Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

Chrysanthemum committed the good advice to memory. Surely her den-mate would be all the more impressed by things she could actually use. Besides if nothing else it was so much safer than arbitrarily scooping up whatever she could fit in her mouth.

The puppy was still of great interest too though and when he gave her a bizarre stare Chrysanthemum returned the favor. It was tough to imagine that he would grow into Ragnar's magnitude. For entertainment purposes she tried to imagine the Jarl as a glossy nosed pup frisking the land for adventure. It caused her to smile which must've made her easier to get along with because with it Tveir approached. Lowering her head to his level, Chrys sniffed the air around him roughly before giving him his space. "I'm Chrysanthemum," she replied -but thought better of it only seconds later. "You can call me Chrys."

Pleased with herself Chrys smiled at his mother, but there was another reason too. She was so much more likable knowing that she did not hold that sort of reign over Nerian. Although the selective nature of her enslavement only left the juvenile all the more confused. Cocking her head to the side, she innocently kept at the issue as only a young person could. "Thank you for keeping my secret. I promised Ragnar that I would repay Nerian for her kindness, and I want to make sure she's able to tell him so when he has his meeting with her." Perhaps it was her mistake to assume that the wife could or even should know everything.