Stavanger Bay Day's Dawn

oh.... I'm sorry Mother Gyda spoke as if it were all her fault. " Úff Úff!! " and now she whined as if she were the hurt one. When in reality Thistle and Ragnar had done so well in taking care of them Gyda had never felt real pain or hunger or anything bad really.

Gyda settled under her Mothers soothing touch though, magic as they were. Gyda sighed softly and snuggled close to her Mother. Gyda closed her eyes and rested her head on Thistle's Cloud shoulder again, a long moment past and she allowed the hurts to slip to the back of her mind.

Gyda had another question that she had thought of since Father had told her about Nerian's purpose in the den. " Faðir hefur tvær konur, ég skil því ég veit að hann hefur fullt og fullt af ást til að gefa. En getur stúlka hafa tvo eiginmenn eða fleiri?" It was innocent enough a question for a child. She had no idea she'd be opening a wound that was more raw but less physical. It was simply because Gyda wanted to know she was very much following in her Father's foot steps weither she realized it or not. She didn't think of 'if' she might take a husband but when she would. She wanted to have lots of sons just like her father or was she supposed to want Daughters like her? that was a question she decided she'd have to pose to Father.