[If there was one thing that the ruthless and feared Viking warrior Ragnar Lothbrok had a weakness for, it was children. He couldn't help it. He had a soft spot for all kids, but especially his own, so meeting his granddaughter was a big deal.
Ragnar hadn't really expected anything besides a (mostly) normal baby. Sure, Ivar had told him the child had some kind of magic abilities, but he hadn't expected the white hair and red eyes. The hair, he could easily overlook, the eyes... well, those were different.
He held out his hands, wanting to hold her, only hesitating slightly to get a better look at her unique appearance.] Her eyes... did her mother's look the same? Is that common for her people? [Who was he to say that there weren't some races of men with white hair and red eyes. He knew he hadn't met them all.] Come here, Winter. I'm your grandpa. [He offered a warm smile down at the child, cooing quietly.]
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Ragnar hadn't really expected anything besides a (mostly) normal baby. Sure, Ivar had told him the child had some kind of magic abilities, but he hadn't expected the white hair and red eyes. The hair, he could easily overlook, the eyes... well, those were different.
He held out his hands, wanting to hold her, only hesitating slightly to get a better look at her unique appearance.] Her eyes... did her mother's look the same? Is that common for her people? [Who was he to say that there weren't some races of men with white hair and red eyes. He knew he hadn't met them all.] Come here, Winter. I'm your grandpa. [He offered a warm smile down at the child, cooing quietly.]