Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

“You know?” Gyda inquired with a slight rise to her brow, her gaze holding a questioning that was nothing short of playful. Perhaps it was the thought of children, of small babes that made her feel so sly and playful in the moment, or perhaps it was the fact that she was nearing her first season. She couldn't claim that she knew much about it. Nerian had bumbled her way through it when Gyda had finally questioned her on the children and how she knew they were truly Ragnar's; for previously know one had seen to educate her on it given the very likely fact that she'd simply been too young and would not have understood it anyway. It had been a stuttered, obviously awkward and embarrassed explanation; and though Gyda could have easily asked Helga or one of the other women of Odinn's Coves she'd had much more pressing concerns on her mind. She knew the mechanics of it all, and had been with Nerian through her entire pregnancy, had even been present during the babes' birth so she knew how that worked.

“Am I that easy to read?” Gyda teased her Heda with a small smirk before she inhaled deeply and let it out. As much fun as she was having with playing coy and teasing what she had to share was, in and of itself, important; and not just for Gyda. The children she would bear would herald the Dragon's legacy and it was just as important to the pack as it was the Viking Queen herself. “I am going to be with child,” Gyda almost pranced in her excitement, not bothering to correct her (somewhat) broken English. "Isn't it exciting?" She breathed her inquiry with hushed glee.