Sleeping Dragon the daughter of the mightiest god

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She drew in a soft hiss of a breath when the sound of a body tumbling ungracefully to the ground caught her attention, her body spinning around quickly. Her hackles raised and her lips curled back from her teeth as her wild eyes searched for the culprit, his “oomph” falling to deaf ears in her hiss of breath. She took him in, feral for a moment before Gyda recognized her own son and let out a heavy sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging with it as her hackles smoothed back along her spine. “Hvitserk,” His name left her lips, both a soft chuckle and a soft scold. “What are you doing at the borders by yourself?” She demanded to know, drawing nearer to him. As Gyda could not clone herself into four other Gydas keeping track of all of her children as they ventured out and about and keeping up with her duties as Gona was an impossible task. She was not so easily fooled to believe that Eske did not often sneak to the borders to patrol on her own. She had yet to catch her youngest daughter in the act, however, and until she did could not punish her for it.

“Get up, my son,” She encouraged him as she made to bend her muzzle towards him to offer him an affectionate nudge. “You can patrol with me, if you want,” She offered him, fixing him in her gaze before a soft smile tugged at the edges of her lips. “Or would it be to embarrassing to patrol with your mother?” She teased him playfully.

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