Sleeping Dragon things which have never yet been done

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With her children no longer dependent upon her in the way they had been for so long Gyda fell back into her role of shield-maiden feeling renewed. Watching them grow was such a delight for the valkyrie but it brought with it a stab of sadness in her heart, as well. Already, they were four months old — to the very day. They were growing so fast, they were becoming their own and it was beautiful and for a nostalgic moment she wished very much that Ragnar could see them: his grandchildren. She wished that Thistle would have remained in the Wilds, would have at least came to see her before she left. The sting of her mother's absence was felt like a wound to her chest but in the thrill of watching her children grow into who they would be she found it easy to put aside.

Patrolling the borders was a familiar routine and she gave her mind over to the focus of them. Yet, her mind was not so easily singular these days. With her children she found it much easier to multi-task and from her children did her thoughts go to their father. It was hard for Gyda not to think of him: despite his hesitations he had not distanced himself from them and Gyda was glad she had changed her mind, further more glad that he had changed his. Whether Gavriel knew it or not he was a constant in her life and in some ways Gyda had allowed herself to glean an unexpected comfort from it.

She was surprised to when he came into view, if only because she had not necessarily sought him out, though she could not say why his presence surprised her. They were both Gona's which put them in the same proximity as one another on a daily basis without the additive of sharing a home together. The shield-maiden masks it with a smile and moves forward to greet him. “Hello Gavriel.”

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