Sleeping Dragon Out of my league

Wildfire didn't elaborate on what of Stavanger Bay she was familiar with and accordingly, Gyda didn't push, left to her assumptions that she'd probably heard the name and perhaps the name of Ragnar in passing. It wasn't her place to pry, anyway. Gyda had to remind herself often that not every one was as open as she tended to be towards her pack mates and thus she deigned to listen to what they were comfortable sharing with her and try to remember not to pry just to sate her curiosity. Wildfire seemed to have zeroed in on polygamy aspect of her parent's relationship(s) and as Wildfire visibly appeared to struggle for the right word Gyda couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped her. She supposed to others who took only one mate it was a strange concept but Gyda had grown up with it and had found that in Odinn's Cove it wasn't truly as uncommon as she'd first thought.

Gyda remembered Thistle's reluctance, her mother had been angry with Ragnar for months after it and yet she'd agreed. For a while it had caused a strife between her and her siblings; though whether those petty rifts remained was unknown. It had been a very long time since Gyda had seen either of her brothers. “Polygamy?” Gyda offered her simply with an elegant rise and fall of her shoulders before she reclined back upon her haunches. “It is ...difficult. My father was of course, and Thistle was angry at first but I think she was beginning to love Nerian before we left. It didn't appear to be easy, but they made it work while Nerian remained.”

“I did not realize that it was common in my culture until I went to Odinn's Cove.” Gyda admitted softly. Stavanger Bay had been meant to be the Cove's sister but the truth was Ragnar had not enforced the culture and religion of his home upon his followers of the Bay and it had been a pale imitation to the real thing.