Sleeping Dragon This coffee isn't enough

Gyda gave a soft scoff when Hush let out a sound that the shield-maiden assumed was a laugh: it was a choking sort of sound. She puffed up with playful indignation, tail giving a lash behind her as she fixed him in a narrowed stare. “How dare you laugh at your queen,” She tried to act enraged but as she was fighting laughter herself she felt confident that she had utterly failed in her attempt to sound as she would have would she have actually been insulted. However, she was not and thus had ruined her own ruse quite effectively. She took a step back to allow him room to hop down from the outcropping he'd previously been situated on, and acknowledged his show of submission and the resulting, surprisingly vigorous licks to her chin in greeting. “Hello Hush,” She offered in a soft murmur, placing a platonic lick to his cheek in return of greeting. 

Gyda drew back then, a few steps, placing a small bit of distance between them so that they could communicate ...or, rather, she could talk and he could communicate the best that he could. She had to remind herself for a moment that he was all but mute and that most of her questions would go unanswered just as the great mysteries of the world; unless she asked him simple “yes” or “no” questions in which a simple nod or shake of his head might effectively suffice. “Did you know that at a quick glance your back on that outcropping of rock looks like a cougar?” Because she felt like she had to explain why she'd been startled. After all, it took a lot to scare Gyda Loðbrók, or so she believed. It wasn't as if she was jumpy by nature.

I am so sorry for the wait on this :o!