Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

Gyda is not sure what draws her to Thuringwethil's vague call for Goliath, but she goes to it without resistance. She left Eske upon the borders trusting her aggressive daughter to hold down the borders until she rejoins her. Though she is weary of leaving her young alone Gyda realized they were not small babes anymore and growing into capable young adults and she knows that if nothing else Eske's aggression and ferocity will make her any stranger's worst nightmare. She moves quickly through the territory, steps slowing when she comes across the scene. At first, Gyda struggles to make sense of it her gaze goes, naturally, to her eldest daughter nestled between Thuringwethil and Dio: trembling. Her heart nearly stops beating and her hackles bristle as she approaches the thr.ee leaders, caring only for why her daughter appeared to be afraid and why Goliath had anything to do with it. “Freyja,” Gyda beseeches her daughter with unwavering concern. “What has happened?” The Gona demands out of the four of them, perhaps forgetting her rank but she was not asking as anything other than a concerned mother. Her rank might only be Gona and her children might be old enough to take care of themselves but that did not mean she would ever cease to be their protective mother (and henceforth felt she had a right to know what had transpired as such). She would stop trying to protect them only when she drew her last, dying breath.