Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

There was the sound of approaching footfalls upon the earth, and for a moment Gyda's stomach roiled in another, highly unattractive manner. For the moment, her guest was ignored as she fought the urge to throw up again, unsure how anything remained in her stomach as her meal the night before had been meager. A soft groan left her lips as she kept her back to whomever had approached, hesitating for the briefest of moments as nausea rolled again but she bit it back and the moment passed without spilling more of her stomach's contents. “I'm sorry,” The Viking Queen spoke, slightly abashed, as she turned from the poor bush that had once been so very lovely, to, her great surprise, face Seregryn. She had been accepted with Gavriel, and while there was a certain ...fondness for the Grounder man brewing within her she remained unsure about the girl before her.

Gyda, however, was willing to look past the rocky first impression she'd gotten from the girl now, so long as she was respectful of Gyda and her rank as Viking Queen. Gyda liked to think she wasn't hard to get along with but admittedly, but didn't tolerated what she thought to be disrespect at all. Vali had done it to her until she'd killed him and Gyda had sworn as he humiliated and berated her that never again would she allow any wolf to do the same. “Seregryn,” Gyda greeted the girl. “This is...a surprise.” The shield-maiden admitted with a curious cant to her head. “What can I do for you?” Gyda inquired, wondering if this visit was accidental or intentional, and regardless of either if it was social or business.