Sleeping Dragon Joining

A howl rose into the frosted, chilled air and Gyda gave pause to her patrol, velveteen ears dappled in silver roving to either side of her head, alert as she attempted to pinpoint the directional origin of the call. It was south of her current position but from the volume in which she'd heard the howl Gyda discerned that she was not far from it. She turned and made her way, retracing steps she had already taken in the interest of intercepting whomever was at the Dragon's borders. Her breath rose in furls of white steam, kissing along the black leather of her nose as she kept her pace even. She did not rush and yet neither did she take her leisurely time.

It did not take her long to reach the area in which the other silver woman waited, her silhouette coming into the shield-maiden's view first. As Gyda drew nearer, she pulled herself up to her full height, her tail rising over her back in a clear display of dominance. Her posture was elegant and yet savage. It spoke so that she did not need to. She was the Viking Queen of this dormant dragon, and she was not a force to be reckoned with, although there would always be those who underestimated her. She allowed them this, even if she felt the ugly inkling to prove them wrong. Ragnar had made it work in his favor and he was three times her size and much more imitating than his dainty and beautiful daughter by and far. 

Still, being his secret shadow, Gyda hoped, had paid off. Mimicking his mannerisms and stoic expressions in the hopes that they would harbor the same effect. Perhaps they had not when she'd been just a little slip of a girl but Gyda was no child now. She was a shield-maiden, a queen. She was Ragnar's prodigy even if he had always assumed it would be Mercury or Gunnar. “I am Gyda Loðbrok, Ragnarsdottir,” The shield-maiden offered an introduction, giving a moment of pause as she drew to a stop, assessing the other silver cloaked woman before her with a sweep of Gyda's icy carribean gaze. “Viking Queen of Sleeping Dragon.” Then Gyda fell silent, expecting an introduction and a purpose for the call.