Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

Gyda was not happy with the conditions Thuringwethil gave her, feeling like Thuringwethil was (and perhaps she was) backing her into a corner. Gyda could have fought her way out but she did not wish to lose what was important to her. First and most important, being what ever “relationship” she had with Thuringwethil as complicated as it felt to the shield-maiden most days; second, was her role in leadership. As greedy as that sounded she had worked with Thuringwethil to create Sleeping Dragon and she would not see her work diminished, her role forgotten as another stepped to her place. No. She was Viking Queen and no one would take it from her. She was just as much a ruler as Thuringwethil. In this, Gyda understood how Heda felt. She supposed her spring of wanting children upon Thuringwethil was just as unfair as Thuringwethil's harsh conditions. Perhaps it was that she felt as if Heda did not trust her enough to make a good decision for the pack stung the very most but Gyda knew she had to relent.

They had both given to each other in this moment, and for a moment the viking queen struggled to remind herself of that. She had gotten Thuringwethil to cave enough to accepting children and for now, Gyda realized, that was all she could ask for. “That is fair,” Gyda spoke softly, unsure if Thuringwethil even heard her as Heda turned to leave. Gyda did not stop her departure, instead watching after Thuringwethil with a swell of sorrow beneath her breast. In time, though, Gyda remained (perhaps foolishly?) optimistic that Thuringwethil would come around.