Silvertip Mountain sword of kings

Gyda watched the Silvertip woman's approach, noting the woman's smile. Gyda's lips upturned into one that mirrored Krypton's own. She could not claim to know Krypton that well for this was only the second time that they had met but Gyda did not deny that there was a budding friendship to be found there. Perhaps it was borne of the respect that the Silvertip woman had showed the viking queen — or perhaps it was for the simple fact that growing up Gyda had never had many friends. She had rarely left Ragnar's side as a child and when she was old enough to explore outside of Stavanger Bay she had left with Nerian, keeping the priestess safe though Gyda was but a girl. In truth, Thurin had been her first real friend outside of her brothers. Gyda had made friends in Odinn's Cove, of course, but these friendships were different. She was their matriarch, as well and she could not always perceive them so objectively. She had to be a fair ruler, friend or not friend.

“It is nice to see you as well,” Gyda returned with a slight wag of her tail. “How have you been since we last spoke?” The shield-maiden inquired kindly. It hadn't truly been too long but Gyda found that it often didn't take long at all for things to manifest. Most of the time it tended to happen in the blink of an eye.