Sleeping Dragon This coffee isn't enough

Whether she was improving upon her one sided conversation skills or his strange laughing — that still sounded to her as if he were choking on a bone — gave him away she couldn't be sure. Regardless, she read the unspoken question in the tilt of his head and in his eyes which danced with his amusement. No doubt at Gyda's expense. “You do — only at a quick, second long glimpse and look away,” And though the viking queen's accented voice had been nothing short of jovial, amused at her own expense, she was quick to sober up. “It is a frightening thing Hush,” The shield-maiden spoke in a muted tone, everything about her shifting into her serious mode (if that was such a thing). “We need to be careful. A cougar has attacked Heda,” Gyda made the assumption that every one knew, and then realized that if Hush had not known that prior perhaps Thuringwethil had only wanted a certain few to know. Regardless, it wasn't like Hush was going to tell anyone. “I do not know where she was attacked but I fear it is closer than I would like.” Worry etched into the lovely plains of the shield-maiden's face as she worried her cheek for a moment, her ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop her skull as she recounted the ordeal and Thuringwethil's wounds in her mind.