Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

The woman came after her, and it took all of Seregryn's concentration to keep herself from being bitten or torn to pieces, so she only caught bits of what she was saying. Those bits rang in her ears as distractions, and when Seregryn heard mention of children, she stumbled back and shot Gyda with a narrowed gaze, stunned by the proclamation and offended by its implication. She felt Gyda's words strike at her heart before any physical blows could be administered, and loosed a snarl from her own lips. There was no mistaking the Sleeping Dragon for any other place, that was true. She knew that. Hearing it spoken by an outsider did little more than rile the girl; at the same time, she wished to snap back and throw her own accusations. There was no time, as the true hedaburst upon the scene and wedged herself between the two of them.

As soon as Seregryn saw her idol, her teeth were hastily hidden. She let the growling die out in her chest, but there was the ever present antagonistic quality of her gaze which bore through Thuringwethil, aiming for Gyda. If Seregryn could light the gray woman aflame with her mind, she would be pleased. Not a word comes from the fos goufa as she is too filled with rage and loathing for this pretender to the throne — and whatever spawn she now carried — to put together any coherent sentence for her beloved leader. She does not even draw back, even with Thuringwethil there; basking in the company of this woman she so wished to emulate. Seregryn would not back down from Gyda, not even with the heda standing between them.