Who's Baby Is That?!

[color=#0074d9]This is a thread for Grace with Ragnar. Thanks for reading our chaos.
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Devera had finally returned to Amaranthine. She was in the market early in the morning, a basket held close to one side. She placed nothing in the basket. She had yet to purchase anything. Wandering, looking for something specific. An herb she needed for the infant's formula, to ensure he would grow up big and strong with the appropriate nutrients that a dragon was expected to have... It was strange, the human child. She'd much preferred the baby when it had been a dragon. 

She'd found an old wise woman who dealt with strange children, and that's who had taught Devera how to care for a human child. Devera had wanted to get rid of it, claimed it was not hers. And yet, some part of her knew it was hers... She'd watched it shift, after all. She scrunched her nose as she thought back to the old woman's words before they'd left. The baby wasn't growing as well as he should be, lacking nutrients. A list of herbs was handed over. 

She could gather them, but she'd need somewhere to leave the child. The kinds of herbs she needed were not gatherable in safe spaces. And she was unwilling to believe the infant might survive an encounter with dragonkind whilst masquerading as a human child. A sharp intake of air filled her lungs as she caught sight of a familiar head of white-blonde hair. The baby in the basket had his father's hair. But she still remembered how Ragnar had acted... how he'd held a sword to her in threat. 

She could only see his back right now, but she approached slowly. More than willing to snarl in his face until he turned—and she caught sight of a dark-headed little child held tight to his chest. So my children were not good enough for you, Devera had not approached close enough to catch the child's scent; otherwise, she'd know it was hers.