move on through

Sorry she'll have to be reminded again about her name because I couldn't make it fit without being awkward lol

Chrysanthemum very quickly decided that conversing with Ragnar was... different. Whereas she and Nerian spoke primarily for entertainment value, it was obvious that the Jarl had an agenda. It wasn't necessarily a 'bad' or even off putting thing, it just made Chrys feel older and somewhat more responsible for herself.

Yet for an instant Chrysanthemum forgot herself when the Jarl mentioned Nerian's place within the pack. Poet Vale had had absolutely no use for slavery, so while the puppy was familiar with the word she still found the concept difficult to accept. "To who," she blurted only seconds before her common sense chimed in with the answer. "Oh...," she whispered in spoken confirmation. Withdrawing into herself for a moment of thought, Chrysanthemum felt something personal burn within her. What was the big difference between slavery and what had happened to her? What had she done to deserve it - what had Nerian? "Why," in all honesty Chrys wasn't trying to be contrary in asking, she was just unfortunately curious. Besides there was obviously no inquiring Bughuul as to his motives so the Jarl was the next best thing. However, in that instant her heart grew ten times for herbalist and she privately vowed to stick close to her regardless as to Ragnar's judgment.

"...But I want one. I miss belonging to my parents just as much as I missed belonging to a pack." Discussing her feelings was an unsavory experience, but now Chrys felt the need to defend what she had with Nerian. Suddenly, she couldn't bare to be wretched from the woman -from something/someone else in her life.

It would likely be a long while before Chrysanthemum had the capacity to truly focus on a trade, but since she felt that the topic was of great interest to him she elaborated further anyhow. "Perhaps Gamekeeper... eventually. But in the meantime I could help Nerian to ensure her stores are filled" It was with direct intent that Chrysanthemum neglected to mention his wife. Surely she had a slave of her own to care to her caches -if that individual wasn't already sweet Nerian.