Pandora had not expected Ivar to be gone so long. His previous raids had been fruitful, but ended before the harvests began. This time, he was gone far longer, but she was occupied with Ragnar, who had began to hold his own neck and back up when held, and who could now roll from his front to his back and his back to his front. He would crawl soon, she was sure of it.
The dreams came often. Vivid images of her husband - in front of armed men pounding swords against their shields, in a tent looking over maps, curled in the embrace of a long haired woman.
When the call came that the boats were returning, she was eager to go. She dressed little Ragnar for the early autumn chill and went with Winnie to the docks. This time, she looked like the suitable wife. Her dress had been dyed with woad into a lovely blue, with cochineal mauve and weld gold embroidery. It was the finest thing she'd made yet, complement to the clothing she'd been sewing and decorating for her husband in his absence. Her hair was curled in neat braids, until she looked the part of a Ragnarsson wife.
Even close to the docks, it was hard to see with all the taller men and women roaming around. Little Ragnar tugged and chewed on her necklace as she strained and peered, looking for her husband. "Do you see him?" she asked Winnie.
"There!" Winnie said pointing.
Finally, she spotted him. A smile started on her lips, only to turn to confusion as she laid eyes on the beautiful woman accompanying him. "Who is she?"
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Date: 2018-08-31 09:05 pm (UTC)The dreams came often. Vivid images of her husband - in front of armed men pounding swords against their shields, in a tent looking over maps, curled in the embrace of a long haired woman.
When the call came that the boats were returning, she was eager to go. She dressed little Ragnar for the early autumn chill and went with Winnie to the docks. This time, she looked like the suitable wife. Her dress had been dyed with woad into a lovely blue, with cochineal mauve and weld gold embroidery. It was the finest thing she'd made yet, complement to the clothing she'd been sewing and decorating for her husband in his absence. Her hair was curled in neat braids, until she looked the part of a Ragnarsson wife.
Even close to the docks, it was hard to see with all the taller men and women roaming around. Little Ragnar tugged and chewed on her necklace as she strained and peered, looking for her husband. "Do you see him?" she asked Winnie.
"There!" Winnie said pointing.
Finally, she spotted him. A smile started on her lips, only to turn to confusion as she laid eyes on the beautiful woman accompanying him. "Who is she?"