Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

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Ragnar glimpsed at the washed up girl with mild surprise when she cried out a ‘no’ in a tone that clearly suggested he had insulted her by offering to carry her. He had not meant to insult her by extending the option to her, merely he was considering the effect of the poppy seeds. His brow furrowed when she used the word ‘carroted’ instead of carried though he was only able to predict what she had truly meant given the previous context. In fact, Ragnar wasn’t even really sure he knew what a ‘carrot’ was period and so assumed it was a word she had made up. Ragnar’s eyes rose to survey the forest for a moment as Thistle spoke in a quiet voice to the girl and Tveir tried to plead for how Ragnar was a good ‘carroter’. "Carrier, Tveir," He corrected him out of knee-jerk reaction. "It is fine, son. If she wants to walk she can walk." Ragnar wasn’t going to push or force her into anything. "Come, we should be going." He would feel better once they got Junior back to their den where she could rest off the trauma she had suffered for the day.