the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

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Dragging her onto the shore had been no easy feat, her body weighed down further than simple body mass with the addition of her soaked fur only added by his own. He was sodden wet and he felt the weight of each soaked tendril of fur, shaking it free when he released the scruff of the woman he had pulled free from ocean's grasp. For a moment, he hoped that he did not make the same mistake that he had made with Nerian — that this time he had rescued the damsel in distress, figuratively speaking. Ragnar did not fancy having to explain his mistake to a woman whom he did not even know. He backed up a few steps intending to give her space, bracing himself as he shook his platinum silver coat, slinging water droplets in every direction, raising the fur that clung tightly into a disarray of little spikes.

Eyes of caribbean ice studied the woman with unbidden curiosity; a thirst for knowledge that he shared with his All-Father, Odinn as she blinked as if he had caught her off guard and then shook her own coat free of the water that weighed it down. She spoke to him, her confusion likely, Ragnar considered, borne of the words he had spoken in Norse. It was not intended for her to hear, granted, but he supposed there was no harm in confessing the meaning of his native tongue to her. I asked my God to let you be alive, Ragnar told her simply, honestly. Who are you? Ragnar asked her, not bothering to ask her if she was alright because she was not coughing up water or anything of the sort and seemed rather lucid despite what had just recently happened. All he knew was there was a soaking wet woman before him that he had pulled free of the surf, that was a complete stranger to him.

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