“That's alright,” he assured her. “There is nothing wrong with saying what is on your mind.”
Actually, he'd followed her musings with growing amusement. It was an interesting way to respond when all he'd said was that swings had a long history. How that prompted the idea of a god of swings, or a goddess of play, he wasn't entirely certain. Was it because she was Greek? They did seem to create a new god for every little thing that came along. Well, they had to do something with all those children they created, he supposed. Or it was possible that it was just the unique thought process of the girl in the swing. Which would be quite interesting.
“Nothing wrong with seeking freedom in whatever ways you can find it either.” Nanna tilted his head to consider her. “Are you usually... constrained? One usually doesn't look for freedom unless it's denied.”
That might explain her ramblings about playing. Perhaps she was not allowed such enjoyments, perhaps this was out of the norm for her. Was somebody keeping her from it, or was it simply not in her nature? This was turning out to be a fascinating meeting.