Moonspear nothing can stop us

“Hello,” The viking queen mirrored the ebony male as he came materialized from the shadows cast by the towering peak in the very near distance. Eyes of Caribbean ice studied him for a moment, naturally drawing the assumption that he was one of the guardians of Moonspear. The greeter's stance was neutral towards her and Gyda returned the favor, maintaining her a regal sort of elegance, though it was subtle. She was not apart of their pack and would never bow to another again. Ragnar had been right with his deduction in that at least, power was dangerous. It had given Gyda a confidence that she'd never had before (though winning her duel with her uncle had helped as well). She understood how her father felt and why he had never truly given it up. He'd always been in charge, if not as the figure head then pulling the strings with his cunning. She had not aspired to be the same but she had found herself in the position of having favor and knowing Vali's tyranny had to be brought to an end whether she was the one to do it or her half-uncle Dagrun; not entirely unlike Ragnar's own ascension to the helm of the Cove (though there were notable differences).

“I am Gyda,” She introduced simply, “daughter of Ragnar and Thistle Cloud Loðbrok. Do you know if my mother is around?”