Sleeping Dragon Out of my league

“Ah, I see,” Gyda spoke when Wildfire admitted that she'd been romantically involved with Floki — the one that she hadn't met, Gyda found that she had to remind herself. There was a spark of curiosity as to what drove the two young lovers apart — literally to opposite sides of the Wilds at that — but Gyda didn't pry. She couldn't claim that it her either way, truly. She didn't know her younger siblings beyond their names and so she could not offer Wildfire anything other than to simply let it drop. Which, given by the girl's following statement, seemed like it was all that she wanted to do. “Whatever happened between you two is your business, and yours alone. It doesn't involve me.” Thus: she held no grudges, no suspicions. Ragna, Jorunn, Floki and Kaylan were not truly apart of her life other than names, which Gyda realized might all they would ever be to her: names. As she feared that any potential children she may have would be to her mother. Gyda hadn't ever wanted to be so disconnected from her family but in the very northern reaches of the Wilds she felt quite isolated from them. Besides, she wasn't so sure things were entirely patched with Thistle and with Ragnar gone ...she sometimes wondered if he'd been what held them together. Without their center they had just drifted away from one another.

“How was Thistle when you saw her last? Good?” Gyda inquired softly. It was an errant allowance to change the subject somewhat, but also her way of checking up on her mother as much as she could. The news would be old, Gyda realized, but surely Thistle had told someone of Gyda's return to the Wilds and that if something were to have happened someone would have tried to contact her by now.