The winter seemed especially long this year, but now spring was upon them and Jasmina almost wished it wasn’t. The shorter nights meant Vidar couldn’t stay long at the tattoo parlor, but had to rush off to avoid the sunrise. She often wondered what it was about the sun’s rays that reacted with trolls to turn them to stone. No one seemed to know. “Did you get the essence from Cassie?” At Ula’s question Jasmina turned to look up at the goblin, who raised one neon-green eyebrow in emphasis. “You better have. Your troll will be here any minute.” Jasmina saw her one eyebrow and raised it to two. “Since when has Vidar become ‘my troll’?” From her spot behind the high reception desk, Ula smirked. “Since you’ve been tattooing him for the last two years. The only reason I can think of for him to get that much ink is because he’s stuck on you.” Jasmina smiled. It was a wonderful way to deflect almost anything. “Lots of my other clients have more ink than him, but the designs aren’t as intricate.
