He didn't know how he felt about egg scent and those words ultimately referring to the child in his arms. The very human seeming child. Ragnar knew the child wasn't fully human, of course he knew it but he hadn't really stopped to think much on how to raise a dragonling. Nor did he think much about how to raise a human child either. Neither of them seemed adept enough based on manner alone to care for a child of any species much less a halfling. If there was lore on this, he didn't know of it. Not that he would know any lore regarding childrearing to begin with.
Ragnar wrinkled his nose but chose to abstain from commenting on how he felt about her leaving a viable hatchling. Doubly so because when he'd found the babe, it was already in human form and crying in the pathetic way newborns did when they couldn't do anything for themselves but breathe. It was these moments that reminded that the women he impregnated with not really a woman at all. She was a monster. But then in a lot of ways so was he. His heart broke at the symphony of cries coming now from both infants.
She was right, it had been a while now since he'd rationed some of the milk he'd since sourced. Mother's milk was always best, but his options were few. He looked down at the kid and felt his expression soften to one resembling concern. He maneuvered the swaddle until he could wrap the babe comfortably against his chest, the fabric falling away to reveal a cherubic face, even in distress.
instinctively he backed away when she neared, hating himself the moment it happened. He didn't truly want to keep a child from its mother he just needed to work on his own instincts both as a new father and as a warden. A deep furrow of his brow in something bordering on confusion masked his need to laugh out loud suddenly. He briefly removed an arm from the infant to pull out a waterskin to hold up to her.
Ragnar wrinkled his nose but chose to abstain from commenting on how he felt about her leaving a viable hatchling. Doubly so because when he'd found the babe, it was already in human form and crying in the pathetic way newborns did when they couldn't do anything for themselves but breathe. It was these moments that reminded that the women he impregnated with not really a woman at all. She was a monster. But then in a lot of ways so was he. His heart broke at the symphony of cries coming now from both infants.
She was right, it had been a while now since he'd rationed some of the milk he'd since sourced. Mother's milk was always best, but his options were few. He looked down at the kid and felt his expression soften to one resembling concern. He maneuvered the swaddle until he could wrap the babe comfortably against his chest, the fabric falling away to reveal a cherubic face, even in distress.
Or in mineHe admitted.
instinctively he backed away when she neared, hating himself the moment it happened. He didn't truly want to keep a child from its mother he just needed to work on his own instincts both as a new father and as a warden. A deep furrow of his brow in something bordering on confusion masked his need to laugh out loud suddenly. He briefly removed an arm from the infant to pull out a waterskin to hold up to her.
Goat's milkHe dropped the canteen to swing on its strap at his hip as he cuddled the child again, finding himself bouncing slightly to calm the wailing.
Where did you go Devera? Why did you leave? Why did you.......did you kill the other?He couldn't shake the vision
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