Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

Gyda watches the play of emotions, or rather lack thereof across Thuringwethil's face as she tittered about her plan to have children with Heda. The ebony woman's smirk dissolved into a hardened look, that had Gyda's own glee siphoning from her face as she watched. At first it appeared as if Thuringwethil was in shock, but Gyda suspected that it wasn't shock. After all, Gyda had never made efforts to hide her desire to have children when she came of the age: as she was rapidly nearing it now; thus the sheild-maiden did not deign to repeat it, instead allowing Heda to work through it. Thuringwethil's no only proved to ignite a fire of irritation within Gyda. Thuringwethil had given her an answer as if Gyda had been asking; which she had decidedly not been. She had not expected Thuringwethil to necessarily share in her excitement but the re-enforced “no” was definitely not what Gyda'd expected. The viking queen was not Heda's subordinate; and she did not need the ebony woman's permission.

Gyda's weight shifted and her head lifted as she leveled a stare at the other woman. “You are mistaken,” The Scandinavian valkyrie spoke, her words clipped. “I was not asking for your permission.” In case that, in any way, wasn't clear. Thuringwethil could not ...and would not stop her from what she wanted more than anything in the world. Gyda wasn't sure when her desires had changed but they had, and she was not afraid to take what she wanted, this she had proven before.

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