Sleeping Dragon Fire

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Most wolves were not so eager to delve into their pasts, Gyda had learned over her few years upon the earth. It had taken her forever to weasel Ragnar's second wife's own past and history with the man; and naturally Gyda inquired such questions without much hope that they'd be willing to talk. Sometimes wolves came to the Teekon Wilds to forget their pasts, whether it was out of tragedy or because they were running. In truth, the shield-maiden supposed pasts didn't matter. It was what they did in the present that counted. Yet, Warbone began to speak and commanded the viking queen's silent and rapt attention. “Do you follow different beliefs than them, then?” On that he'd left it a little unclear to Gyda. He had left because he didn't follow their beliefs which wasn't, she argued with herself (lol), to say he didn't believe in anything at all.

Her own faith was a solid foundation for everything that she did though, admittedly, she was not as devout as Ragnar had been and for that she felt a brief stab of shame in her breast. She owed much to the Gods and to pay her respects was the very least she could do. “Perhaps you will find happiness here,” with us. Gyda offered in a contemplative tone. “Tragedy leaves it's mark upon us,” Gyda spoke thinking of the unwavering grief she'd felt when she'd discovered Ragnar's grave — still yet something she was not over. Perhaps she would never be. “but I believe it makes us stronger.”

And then because she was innately curious she inquired, "Is high rank something you desire?" For Gyda there was no shame in admitting it, if it was true; but then again she wasn't so sure she had too much of her previously humble qualities from childhood left. This was not to claim that she was arrogant but she was no longer afraid of striving for what she wanted from life — nor from taking it.