Stavanger Bay [m] ride of the valkyries

Thistle did not doubt that most if not all of Ragnar's children would make it to Valhalla. After all not only was their father a brave warrior, but he had garnered the gods favor for years. Her own children had her and him, she had not been a warrior when she had met him. However, she was a shield Maiden now, and any and all who knew her. They knew this to be truer than true. Thistle herself would never allow a man to touch her without her consent, so it was in this that she and the girl had a common foothold. Not that she knew it though. She knew not much more than the girls name, and her mother. Oh she had heard of her mother, and she had given Ragnar the devil for forcing her to leave. For giving her away like a toy. She had given him the devil for Dagmar too actually, but it wasn't as if Byrnhildr would believe her.


The rocks did not scare Thistle nor did the sea. She felt at home here, it was not something that she was leery of. She cautioned others who were not of here, to be careful and mindful. Thistle's ears tightened to her head and she looked about her, a small snarl on her face. However, as azure blue eyes settled upon the girl, she blinked and dipped her muzzle to her. Had she known the girl thought of herself as queen, Thistle would have quickly set her straight there was only one queen of the bay and she was it.

Thistle looked about her for a moment and then with a quick calculation, she too scrambled up the craggy rocks. Though she stayed further back. You be careful there Brynhildr I would not have you fall. That was all she said, quietly letting her know she worried a bit after her, even if she wasn't her own.