we're both moles, then?
dutch
07-19-2019, 07:39 AM
Dagfinn seemed to be at a loss for words. Dutch couldn't blame him. some men were squeamish when it came to pregnant ladies. she chuckled, her back to him, as he tried to keep the conversation going. poor, sweet and simple Dagfinn. one of these days he was going to have an oopsie litter himself if a girl didn't tie him down first. the thought of that made her chuckle even more. "just some guy" the dwarf didn't have to tell anyone anything. the mother had the right not to name the guy who 'donated'.
besides, the Viking sounded so miserable trying to seem interested. "Valkyrie is busy with Market Day; I didn't want to interrupt or distract her" Dutch added in, uncharacteristically thoughtful in her meaning. she also didn't want to see the disapproval on the band leader's face when she told her. at least not yet. she respected the Viking woman, and she had come here to help the Hjarrandi. that never would change. finally clawing a bunch of moss that was acceptable to her, she'd paw it to Dagfinn for his use. "but I'll have to talk to her soon, yeah."
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dutch speaks with a thick scandinavian accent.