Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

Heathens? Barbarians? Vikings? Those were words Krypton hadn't heard much of. Her first thought was that must be the name of Gyda's people, or what others may call them now. The tawny woman didn't remember her own name for her people, they were either wolves or some other fancy name she couldn't remember. Hearing about the throne for the queen wasn't protected, Krypton couldn't argue with her. Sure, the title of alpha was held tightly, but never a for sure thing. That was at least common between both.

When the woman spoke about holding no slaves at any time, it made Krypton a little relieved, It destroyed her ideas of Gyda holding onto a seed if wickedness in her heart or any ideas of being a tyrant. Both women made their way to another clearing, Gyda's explanation of the place made the burly female a little saddened. Gyda's mother would stay here when she had rough tides with Ragnar.

When her parents had tough times, they never slept in different places. Sure they would leave to clear their heads, but in a mere few hours they would be back together to sleep in the den. Maybe Gyda's parents didn't have a stable relationship at the time (of coarse Krypton is one to hypothesize). The shield maiden's sorrow, a beautiful place indeed in the both woman's eyes. "Your mother found a beautiful place." She offered kindly to Gyda, her ears were pricked forward at the clearing.