Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

At first she was oblivious to the anger of the woman, as her back was turned. It was the foolishness of youth which inspired such rash action, such obvious resistance; and perhaps this would be her downfall even before she reached the status of heda as was planned. The sound of the woman more or less snarling her name was enough to make her stop, startling a little though Seregryn tried to hide it, and she turned to watch the gray woman. What came next should have been enough to make Seregryn pause to think, or at the very least bow, because Gyda was correct. Gyda was another heda and that meant Seregryn should have respected her. There were many things that Sere should have done by now, but not many she willingly accepted. This was one of those instances where she just couldn't hold back — her pride was great, and boiled to the surface as soon as she heard Gyda compare herself as Thuringwethil's equal.

She leveled her eyes at Gyda, locking her crimson eyes with the woman's gaze, and with a voice that was oddly chilled for one so young she stated in the language of warriors: But you are not her equal. Alas, from any other child perhaps that would have been an innocent statement. From Seregryn it was akin to an accusation, though it was phrased in a hollow manner. The girl's own body was loose and thrumming with a fire to her pulse, as if expecting retaliation as promised, and for a split second she doubted her own abilities — wondering if she could evade anything that came at her, as this woman was both larger, stronger, and more experienced. Perhaps her anger would get in the way? In which case, she would have to make her quite angry for her emotions to fog her reaction.

Seregryn was playing with fire. If this woman wished to be seen as another heda then she would have to prove herself — and Sere was convinced of her own status in this place. That Thuringwethil would sooner throw this outsider back in to the wilderness rather than let her fos goufa be treated in such a manner. The true heda was not here though. Seregryn had a split second to think all of this before her brain more or less shut off, and her tongue had its way: You have somehow found your way to our Heda's side, but know this: Once I am heda there will be no room for outsiders. You will be cast back out there with the foreigners, back to your own kind, where you belong! The petulant child was already trying to back-step and weasel her way out of range of the grown woman, but knew it was futile.