Sleeping Dragon tell me of you

There was a breathless rush of excitement in Gyda's chest when Lucani admitted that she had a fair amount of knowledge in regarding to being a midwife. She had yet to broach the subject with Thuringwethil but it was not a want that Gyda found unreasonable. For a moment, the shield-maiden hesitated, biting her bottom lip once more, her ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop her skull as she contemplated divulging her secret to the healer. She understood that Lucani was perhaps closer to Thuringwethil than she was Gyda but if there could be no trust between a queen and her subordinates than a pack had no leg to stand on: it would crumble from within. “When it is my time I want to have children,” Gyda began slowly, and maybe a little bit like a girl gossiping about her newest crush to her best friend. It was a breathless sort of excitement. “I think that instincts will take over,” But she didn't know, of course. “but I would very much like your advice and expertise.” Because as a to-be first time mother she was going to need it.

Would Thistle have come with her, or would her mother live nearer to her Gyda would have turned to her for this advice but Thistle was many days travel away from her and not a journey an expecting mother should make; not to mention Lucani had the experience. Perhaps not of giving birth from her own body but experience was experience. “Have you ever had children of your own?” Perhaps Lucani had already answered this, but still Gyda was curious and eager for a clarification nevertheless.