Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

A soft smile played at the corners of the Scandinavian's lips and small though it was it was a representation that, thus far, she had enjoyed the company of Krypton even if, at first, Gyda had not truly wanted it. The will of the Gods was a strange thing, and while, perhaps, Gyda had only been graceful about the idea simply because she was a queen and queens didn't simply just lose their shit (deceased parent or no), she understood that perhaps Krypton's company had been what she'd needed. Else, there was no guarantee she'd have left Ragnar's grave. Her father had been extremely dear to her, was still a very important and iconic figure in her life. She couldn't help but perhaps only idolize him more now that he had reached what he'd always wanted: to fight alongside Oðinn as one of the best warriors hand chosen by Freyja's Valkyries. 

“I agree,” Ravens were beautiful, but given that she associated them with the most powerful of the Norse Gods she wasn't about to call them ugly (for they were not) even if they would have been. She could and would never understand the ill omen many seemed to associate with the birds but then again her faith did not allow such a thing. Death was not an ill omen in her culture. The worst thing anyone could do when it came to death was curse someone from going to Valhalla but few did such a thing. It was a horrible thing to do to a viking Berserker or Shield-maiden. Blasphemous, even, to forcibly take the decision away from the Valkyries who were the true power in the matter. Surely committing such a curse was a punishable crime in and of itself.

“I fear I may have taken too much of your time,” The viking queen spoke, her gaze going from her companion to the skyline before her bejeweled, pelagic gaze fell back upon the older woman. “You should return to your pack before they begin to worry,” At least, Gyda would worry but she had a tendency to be a bit of a mama bear when it came to others (no doubt a characteristic she picked up from Thistle). “You should come visit me in Ravensblood Forest sometime soon.” Whether Gyda would have a pack or roam it on her lonesome was currently a large unknown. Would Gyda have known which pack Krypton ran with she would have offered to come stop in on her but as she did not she could not make such an appointment and settled for what she did have to offer.