Devera continued walking, slowly. It was easy to tell she was tensed; prepared to flee with the child in her basket if she sensed a threat. Her eyes flitted to the beast that Ragnar tried to calm, and she exhaled softly, nostrils flaring. Thusfar, the beast was the only threat. And she widened to give the creature berth, settling the basket to the ground next to her.
The infant, which was covered, was wriggling under his blankets. And as Devera crouched to study the child, she caught the scent of the one that Ragnar held. And she froze, blue eyes widening.
Her gaze had honed in on the child.
The infant, which was covered, was wriggling under his blankets. And as Devera crouched to study the child, she caught the scent of the one that Ragnar held. And she froze, blue eyes widening.
Another hatched?Bewildered, she peered towards the child in the warden's arms.
Is that why you sought me?She inquired, tucking the blanket around Irim once more, now on her knees next to the basket.
Her gaze had honed in on the child.
It's mine.There's nothing possessive, rather she's startled to see a second child. A yin to match the lighter haired child's yang.
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