[Ragnar took the child and sat her down on his lap, turned so she could easily look up at him and still have a good view of Ivar. Supported by one of his arms, she could play with his other hand, which she immediately started doing, grabbing one of his fingers with both hands.
He was much too distracted by the child to notice Ivar's momentary nervousness.]
Albino. I have never heard of it. [He idly, leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of her head, which immediately sent her hands after his, still relatively short, beard.] Except for her eyes, she does not look so different from what your brother, BjΓΆrn, looked like at this age. Hair like snow. [He switched to speaking to Winter in a quieter voice.] Yes, he did. [He then proceeded to make faces at her.]
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He was much too distracted by the child to notice Ivar's momentary nervousness.]
Albino. I have never heard of it. [He idly, leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of her head, which immediately sent her hands after his, still relatively short, beard.] Except for her eyes, she does not look so different from what your brother, BjΓΆrn, looked like at this age. Hair like snow. [He switched to speaking to Winter in a quieter voice.] Yes, he did. [He then proceeded to make faces at her.]