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Her son is quiet, offering her no words. She is glad to see that he has risen from the ground and for a moment the valkyrie's lips began to pull into a slight frown, betraying the trouble she feels at his continued silence. Hvitserk and Thyri were the quietest of her children — for certainly she thought Eske to be vocally the loudest — and though she wonders if she has done something wrong as she raised them she tries to console herself by telling herself it is simply their personalities. Ragnar had been a quiet man, not boisterous as Eske. Though she shared no blood with the only father she had ever known and had one point believed she had loved Gyda saw his traits in her children (or perhaps it stems from Crete who was both her biological father and mute).
Her frown morphed into a smile instead when Hvisterk wordlessly communicated that he did not find it embarrassing to patrol with her and her heart warmed when her son bumped his head against her. She sought to place a quick kiss upon his brow before she moved away from him, not because she desired space from her child but because she had asked him to patrol with her and she did not wish to slack upon her duties. Her life as Gona was much simpler than her life as Viking Queen and Gyda struggled, now that she was no confined to the den and her children, with how she felt about it. There was a part of her that would always miss being Queen, a part of her that would always yearn for it. It had been her destiny and Gyda was not sure she could ever fully let go of it; but being a mother to her children had been more important to her than a seat of power; and though she missed her adventures as Viking Queen it was a sacrifice she would make over and over again if she could.
Her children had been and always would be worth the sacrifices she chose to make. She did not offer Hvitserk words as they made their way along the border, knowing that if he wished to speak to her he would.
[/td][/tr][/table]Her frown morphed into a smile instead when Hvisterk wordlessly communicated that he did not find it embarrassing to patrol with her and her heart warmed when her son bumped his head against her. She sought to place a quick kiss upon his brow before she moved away from him, not because she desired space from her child but because she had asked him to patrol with her and she did not wish to slack upon her duties. Her life as Gona was much simpler than her life as Viking Queen and Gyda struggled, now that she was no confined to the den and her children, with how she felt about it. There was a part of her that would always miss being Queen, a part of her that would always yearn for it. It had been her destiny and Gyda was not sure she could ever fully let go of it; but being a mother to her children had been more important to her than a seat of power; and though she missed her adventures as Viking Queen it was a sacrifice she would make over and over again if she could.
Her children had been and always would be worth the sacrifices she chose to make. She did not offer Hvitserk words as they made their way along the border, knowing that if he wished to speak to her he would.
and armor underneath her skin
who crushes the world beneath her feet
who crushes the world beneath her feet
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the daughter of the mightiest god - by Gyda - October 30, 2016, 06:19 AM
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