Sleeping Dragon red: the color of desire

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“He did,” Gyda confirmed her daughter's words with a sage nod of her head. “It was not always the most popular choice but he did what he thought was best for his pack and family.” And though many had, perhaps, not agreed with Ragnar's methods could anyone truly fault him for putting them first in his mind? She didn't, at any rate. “That is correct. My culture, my beliefs were his own. Your father and Heda's culture are similar in many ways but it is also starkly different.” There were times Gyda felt homesick for the Cove, and for a pack that never would be again but she was apart of Sleeping Dragon even if it was a memory. She was invested and she was doing as the Gods commanded of her. This and her children were to be her legacy and Gyda was content with her lot in life. It was a good life, so far. Still, despite being the black sheep of Drageda she held true to her faith and beliefs and culture, as she always would.

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