A treat. Pandora soaks up his affection, encouraging her son to greet his father. Though little Ragnar did not speak yet, he was a friendly, sociable baby. "Congratulations, husband," she says. "On your accomplishment."
But a treat was not a slave, and as she examined the dark haired woman past her husband's side, she thought the dress laid a little oddly. "I will come with you," she says, brightly. That would not be an unusual thing. "You can tell me of this new slave for us to enjoy."
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Date: 2018-08-31 10:44 pm (UTC)But a treat was not a slave, and as she examined the dark haired woman past her husband's side, she thought the dress laid a little oddly. "I will come with you," she says, brightly. That would not be an unusual thing. "You can tell me of this new slave for us to enjoy."