Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

It did not take Thuringwethil long to find Gyda whom was where she could usually be found: patrolling their borders, though her patrol had been slow going, distracted as she was by the thoughts she'd been cooking up all morning. What had her mind occupied was something she'd been contemplating for quite some time, even before she'd left Odinn's Cove. Already, she had begun her search though the dark dream of Ragnar had stolen any joy the idea had brought the over eager shield-maiden and all of her focus upon her new duties and the founding of Sleeping Dragon had left her with little else to concentrate upon. Yet, now, things had settled down and she was nearing her physical maturity. While it was something she knew it was also a difference she could feel. It was close, perhaps in another month or so.

Thus far, she had not come across any suitable candidates and instinctively, though it was hardly anything personal against the two males within Sleeping Dragon, she shied away from the idea of choosing a candidate within her own borders. She wasn't looking to make her candidate a mate, in fact, far from it. She wanted a donor and it would be easier and much, much less messy (also without all the hurt feelings) that she really didn't want that sort of attachment forming, the duty, obligatory dad figure. While she had still seen him as such Ragnar had been a great father figure but she didn't need a male, or a mate. Gyda prided herself very much on her independence; and to her choosing a stranger was the better option.

Deciding that she couldn't wait to share her news with Heda she turned, temporarily abandoning her patrol to hunt down the ebony warrior only to stop in her tracks when she appeared as if summoned from the shadows of the Dragon itself. Gyda's face lit up for a moment before her expression turned sly as she approached her co-queen, striving to make the contact of brushing her muzzle against Thruin's own. “Thurin,” The Scandinavian woman nearly purred in her accented voice. “I was just coming to look for you.” Gyda admitted after she drew back, fixing the other woman in her icy caribbean stare.