Sleeping Dragon Feathers

Gyda had nothing left to say to the prisoner. Thus, she held to her silence, her sharp gaze never leaving him where he lay before her, her tail whipping behind her every so often, though this was more to exert her frustration in a healthy non-violent manner as she waited. Eventually, one of her subordinates came to relieve her and she turned, offered them a soft lick of acknowledgment to their cheek before she left, not bothering to look back. Storm's next sitter would, no doubt, be measurably nicer than Gyda herself, who firmly believed that her cruelty had been nothing short of warranted, even if in reality it had not been. She returned to her duties, heading straight to the borders were she could patrol out her pent up irritation, knowing that the steady routine of marking and surveying them would eventually calm her.