Sleeping Dragon Out of my league

Rather than off-putting Wildfire's nerves were endearing to Gyda, who offered the flame kissed girl a soft, encouraging smile. “There is no need to apologize,” Gyda assured her softly, not wanting Wildfir to be a nervous wreck in her presence. There was no need for it: Storm was one thing but Wildfire was neither an object of Gyda's ire nor was she a prisoner and thus Gyda hoped to assure her that there was nothing to be nervous around her for. Though, perhaps, she was more barbaric then other leaders of the many packs that not inhabited the Wilds Gyda did not think she was all that different than Thuringwethil. While they held their differences their cultures were, in the grand scheme of things, not actually fairly similar. An appreciative hum resounded within the contours of Gyda's elegant throat at Wildfire's smooth line and Gyda allowed herself to be flattered. “Is that so?” Gyda inquired, a flirtatious edge to her playful tone. Little did Gyda know the truth behind Wildfire's statement.

“I was born in Horizon Ridge and my family relocated to Stavanger Bay when my brothers and I were a few months old,” There was a slight, very Ragnar-esque cant to Gyda's head as she tilted it ever so slightly to the side, studying Wildfire for a moment. “I left with my father's preistess wife when she discovered she was pregnant and spent some time leading Odinn's Cove.” Because “leading” sounded much better than usurping and killing via the Vikings traditions to get her position of Viking Queen. "And I reunited with Thuringwethil on this very mountain and here we are." There was a soft laugh and a roll of her shoulders, but Gyda had believed all along it was Fate. Her life had already been decided for her, perhaps long before she'd even been a consideration in Thistle's mind.

lmao i just realized that in actuality gyda & wildfire are related. they're cousins. xD *realizes all these things now*