we're both moles, then?
dutch
Just some guy? Huh. How 'bout that. He hadn't taken Dutch for the cheeky one-night stand type, but he lived for being pleasantly surprised. "Well then..." he murmured, brows knitted together. How would the responsibilities of rearing her little ones shake out? Something told him that Valkyrie wasn't too fond of the dead weight that puppies added to a band. Although the feast and Market Day took precedence, Dutch's little secret wouldn't stay little for long. "Probably best to tell her during the feast, y'know, luv? So we can all, uh, accommodate you." Duties would need to be shifted. Dutch would still be able to peddle her wares, surely, but they'd be down a fighter and a crafter as her pregnancy progressed. They would have to shuffle around. By the time the pups arrived, he guessed they'd have figured out some sort of nanny situation. Dutch didn't seem the type to stay down for the count for too long. It never even occurred to him that she'd leave the band for a while.
Carefully, he harvested the bio-luminescent mushrooms. As he cut them down, their glow seemed to fade slightly until it disappeared altogether once it was firmly wrapped in the moss. He wasn't quite sure what he'd do with these ones yet, but he had a few fair ideas. Dutch pushed the balls of moss around awkwardly with his nose, occasionally peeking at Dutch. What were her plans, exactly? |