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When Saena sat, Ragna felt as though she, too, could relax. Though generally uptight, Ragna did not want to seem this way, and was pleased for the chance to sit and talk. Saena said the woman, and Ragna nodded in approval. It was a pretty name, a soft name lacking in the hard consonants of her own. Your name is pretty, she said stiffly, realizing that it might be a weird compliment only halfway through. Embarrassed, Ragna dipped her muzzle down to look at her paws.

Thankfully, the subject changed from Saena's name to Ragna's. I am named for my father, she said proudly. While the late Ragnar had many children, she must have been the only one to be named after him. There was nothing else to say on the matter, though. Ragna lacked in conversation skills, and quickly fell silent, staring once again at her feet as she picked at the ground with a claw.