The Sentinels all change

Her companion spoke that he knew of it and though she tried her very best to remain composed she could not help the soft, nearly inaudible sigh of relief that left her lips. It would be easier ...that he knew of it and she assumed that he had the answers she sought. Even vague answers were better than her own speculations. She could have just as easily went and asked Thistle ...if her mother would have even agreed to see her that is, but her favor to ask did not belong at her mother's feet. Her mother was too far away. If she truly wanted the Bay Gyda was confident that she could take it ...and that only death would stop her from her goal but Thurin did not want the Bay, and Gyda understood that in a way she had to let go of it, despite how she desperately wished to cling to it. Her companion spoke that they had merged...telling her that Ragnar had been deceased when the decision had been made. No one would have ever uttered the word's “Ragnar” and “merger” in the same sentence; and there was no way he would have given up his Bay ...not while he had still drawn breath. In a way, Gyda supposed, he would forever be apart of the Bay. Ruling it even though another might stake a claim. His decaying body nurtured the soil and fed the roots of the ash trees; she could feel Ragnar like she could feel of the Gods. It was nothing she could explain. She simply felt it. In her heart, in her bones. 

“Charon?” She repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion. Charon was a few months younger than her. She remembered him but vaguely. She had been young when he'd been born (and was not around when Ragnar and Thistle had taken him in). In Gyda's mind he was still an infant ...though she knew he was close to her in age and hardly any more an infant than she. “I remember him vaguely but ...why would my mother let...” She cut herself off. It made no sense to her. “Did you hear anything about Ragnar's death?” Gyda asked then, hopeful. She had tried to reserve it but was unable to help it as it laced through her accented voice and expression. “The Sentinels were free territory the last I was in Teekon,” And would Ragnar still be alive there would no doubt be a war at the current moment, would the claim on The Sentinels still stand in that alternate universe. “Are you a new pack or relocated?” She inquired, simply curious.

She would get to her purpose, in time, though she was unsure if he would be willing to hear the favor she had to ask.