Sleeping Dragon Feathers

“Good,” Gyda snapped. Though it did not feel like it was enough to appease her at the moment so long as he made good on the promise he made her here and now then she would not come to snuff out his life in the name of sacrifice. The whole situation with him was nothing more than a strange one especially when it came to the stark difference of stance Gyda and Thuringwethil had taken on him. Gyda had always thought herself ...perhaps not softer but more quick to forgive than Heda and yet here it seemed they had switched the roles. Gyda wanted him gone or dead — either would have sufficed — but Thuringwethil kept him around and saw to it that he was fed and given the medicines he needed to heal him. He was trying very hard to appease her, even going so far as to ask what her favorite meat was. “Help fill the caches, help feed the Dragon's wolves.” Gyda denied him of what she thought he had wanted to do. Sure, as viking queen she got first pick alongside Thuringwethil but she wasn't selfish enough to demand he hunt for her and her alone. She wanted him to hunt for the pack in which it didn't matter what meat it was as long as he had put the effort into catching it.