Sleeping Dragon things which have never yet been done

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The touch of his tongue upon her cheek in a gentle lick warms her skin beneath the fur. Though she had never thought she would enjoy small gestures of affection and it was true that before her path to motherhood she had been a warrior queen with only the desire of leading her people to the greatness and to the thrill of the fight. The Gods had thrown her quite the curve ball. Gavriel's small gestures filled Gyda with happiness and she cherished them as did the gestures of affection from her children. As he teases her she smiled, a little bit demure and a little bit devilish. “No,” Now that she had a taste for motherhood she found that she enjoyed it immensely. There was no greater purpose to her than to bear and raise the next generation. “I was thinking Wardruna, in the tongue of my people it means keeper of secrets.” Gyda told him with a soft hum. Though she could not place why she was particularly drawn to the name and though she had considered a fair amount of others the name Wardruna kept circling back, insistent.

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