At the foot of snow capped mountains a tribe of Norsemen readied to march south where the death of a high chieftain had left previously united tribes ...arring to find a new leader. Folkvar, hefted is battle axe to feel its familiar weight in his hand while smiling. From across the hut, came the call of his wife, her own gaiety lilting her voice. ‘I know that look, it brings fear to your enemies and heat to my loins…’ Dropping his axe to the ground, he spun and charged to scoop her up in his. When we stop, I want you to go up to him and do it. Ok?"The three girls nodded their heads and sat back smiling. Amber blew a kiss to each of them, and looked out the back at Sassy, and the strange woman who had helped Victor rescue her. Even though he told her who she was, she was still a little leery of her.'Amber, I mean you and your family no harm. My fight is with the council who wishes to dominate all of us Psychics and punish us when we make mistakes that we don't know are mistakes. They. ‘Haha, yeah I remember that time I nearly died running on your porch and the plank came loose,’ Ben joked. ‘D’you want to get a hot chocolate sometime, and catch up more?’ ‘That’d be awesome! Got time this Saturday?’ ————————————— Ben laid down in his bed and put his arms behind his head. He was thinking about those sweet high school years that he’d been together with Carol and a few others, although Carol was the only girl in their group. She had seemed more like a guy then, catching on to all. Please."Laura caressed her face as she spoke, brushing the girl's bangs with her fingertip, stroking her phenomenally smooth cheek. Charise gave her The Smile."I hate it when anybody calls me 'Inky' but you. You know that?"Laura took her hand and gently tugged her along. "Why is that?" At school they always teasing me. Inky this. Midnight that. Tar baby, jigaboo. They don't mean it sweet like you do when you say it. They all think it ain't too cool to be dark like me... but you like it."God,.