Sleeping Dragon Joining

Gyda watched the loner run away with Thuringwethil on her heels, lucky to escape the ebony Heda's sharp teeth. Very lucky, indeed. A soft snort left Gyda's muzzle as she watched the cowarding women tear off and vanish into the horizon as if the fires of Hel were at her heels — and briefly she could see the Goddess closing in on her though the vision was ended as Thruingwethil turned and came back to Gyda. “I do not know where their ignorance came from but it is clear they needed a reminder of respect.” Gyda concurred with unconcealed disgust in her voice as she turned and with a sassy flick of her tail sashayed back towards the heart of the Dragon, content that they would not be seeing her ever again, lest she had a certain death wish.