Sleeping Dragon getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

Gyda is successful in grabbing the Beta's attention, though it is getting harder for the shield-maiden to focus upon the sounds of the world beneath the constant hum of the insect legions' wings — including Magpie's voice. It was almost drowned out but luckily, Gyda caught the older female's words at the last moment. The Beta sounded helpless as she spoke of Thuringwethil and her inability to find the Commander. Gyda wondered if she was truly so lost in the Heda's absence or if it was something else but chose not to focus too much upon it. While Thuringwethil's absence in the swarm of locusts did cause for concern to seethe beneath the shield-maiden's chest it had nothing to do Thuringwethil's capabilities and everything to do with the simple fact that when you loved someone: you worried; but Gyda was not so helpless without the Commander. “They are an annoyance,” Understatement of the year. “but they have not bitten me yet, I do not think they are carnivores,” In fact the first time Gyda ever came across a carnivorous bug she was out (or alternatively she might pass out, it's hard to say). “given that I am sure Thurin is fine. She can handle herself,” Gyda had to think about the pack as a whole, currently, and not try to focus just upon the Commander. Besides, Gyda was extremely confident in her statement: after all she'd know Thuringwethil for a long time and the Commander had proven to the Viking Queen time and time again that she was capable.

“We should sweep the territory, check on the other's and assess the damage they are causing,” Gyda was a woman of action and knowing that there was literally nothing they could do to stop the swarm from eating their home bare checking upon her subordinates and assessing the damage to try to come up with a plan was something she could do. “but of course we should also search for Heda while we're at it.” They would find her, eventually. Or she would find them. Gyda moved closer to Magpie, pausing to chase away a bug that had landed upon her flank, snapping her teeth at it, fighting the shiver of disgust that threatened to slither down her spine. “I hope Gavriel and Wildfire seek shelter from this,” She did not know either that well, but she unknowingly held a soft spot for the flame colored girl and Gavriel was, hopefully, the father of her children; and while the reasons may not have been much but they were enough to warrant her concern as well.