Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

The air was tense, something that felt incredibly palpable to Gyda as if it had transcended emotion and became nearly a physical entity. She was angry, insulted especially. She had no intentions of pretending, or giving the girl the benefit of the doubt. Seregryn had already used up her benefit of the doubt and her insubordination was not anywhere close to acceptable to Gyda. Thuringwethil had listened but her silence and attention had not been enough to loosen the tension that stiffened the Viking Queen's shoulders as Heda addressed the insolent girl who stood on the other side of Thuringwethil. The question was simple — and for a moment irritated Gyda. Gyda had not asked Seregryn what Thuringwethil would have done, she'd asked Thuringwethil, but stilled her tongue and swallowed the angry huff that threatened to leave her when the girl responded with uncertainty. Gyda's gaze hardened as she continued to focus it upon Thuringwethil expectantly.