Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

Their language was as strange to Gyda as she felt her native language would have been to her. In some semblance it was ironic how she had struggled to revert back to the Common tongue only to now find herself irritated that it wasn't being spoken in her presence. To her credit she understood a few words of their language but not anywhere enough to be considered fluent ...or below average at that. As if remembering that, Thuringwethil had thankfully switched back to the common tongue for no one's benefit but Gyda's own to be sure. Satisfied that Thuringwethil had handled it, and at the promise that it was the only warning that Seregryn would receive Gyda watched the girl depart. She did not offer an apology, though, nor any promise that she would remember her place within the Dragon, beneath Gyda's rule. The Viking Queen probably wouldn't have believed it anyway. The doubt of sincerity or that this was at all over would have lingered in the back of Gyda's mind anyway, as it did now.

When she was sure Seregryn was gone — not that the shield-maiden truly cared if the girl overheard or not — she fixed her gaze once more upon Thuringwethil. “I know what she means to you as your Fos Goufa, but if her behavior repeats, as her Heda are you prepared to do what is necessary?” The fact remained that whether Thuringwethil would go through with it or not (should it happen again) hardly mattered to Gyda. Gyda was prepared to do what was necessary, though the theory remained in Gyda's mind that the consequence would only be made effective if it came from Heda directly.