Sleeping Dragon Fire

Gyda could not claim that she understood how he chose to believe only in himself, but she considered herself a devoted follower of Ragnar's gods. If she had been raised by Crete instead she garnered that she might have been able to fully grasp what Warbone was saying because to her knowledge her biological father had no beliefs. She gave a small nod of her head, yet chose not to speak on the subject. His lack of faith in anything but himself was his own and though it was vastly different from what Gyda knew to be she respected him all the same. Ragnar had never pushed his beliefs upon the wolves that had devoted themselves to following him and neither would Gyda. Her silence continued until he spoke of wanting the respect of a rank but not necessarily the rank itself. This was interesting to Gyda who showed it by the subtle cant of her head. In a way, she thought she understood. The wolves of Odinn's Cove had taken to her rather quickly and she had earned their respect before she had challenged Vali; but the price of that respect had been her death match with the Jarl of the Cove; and they had decided that it had been well placed as she'd stood over the male's lifeless body.

“Title?” She inquired simply, trying to puzzle out if it was like how some had called her “shield-maiden”. Not truly a rank but something that was her's all the same. Or perhaps he meant something different all together.

i am sorry this post is poop. :c