Wreck of the DayIndex | HomePage | GameLogs | HoldfastGameLogs | Wreck Of The Day Syndra left the ward and made her way down the corridor toward her own room. A part of her wanted to hurry, to finish her business quickly and hustle back to the ward to be near her father. A larger part, however, wanted never to return to that room again. That part urged her to run, to fly away from this place, from Holdfast, and never return. Never even look back. She remembered that feeling. It had been the same seven years ago. She hadn't run then, either. She contented herself with taking the long way, through some of the servants' corridors in the back. It was quieter there. All the activity was out front now as people ran out to help the injured. Rhys would need her back in the ward soon to tend them all. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but it was her duty. She had the knowledge and ability to help, therefore she must do so. Ser Godfrey's only heir would not shirk her duty. Once in her room, Syndra filled the basin and stripped. In the maester's tower she had cleaned only her face, hands and hair, using the maester's robe she found hanging on the peg to merely cover up the rest of the grime. Now she took off even the shift, stained and torn as it was with dirt and blood. She threw it into the fireplace, though no fire was lit at this time of day. It could be burned later. She wanted never to see it again. Once she had washed thoroughly, she selected another dress from her wardrobe. This time it was a simple grey woolen one, something that she had almost outgrown. The sleeves rose past her wrists and it was a little tight across the bust, but that was good. It wouldn't matter if this one got stained because she'd never wear it again anyway. No sense ruining one of her good gowns down in the ward. The last thing Syndra did before she returned to the ward was attack her hair. Now that she had a looking glass, she could see up close the hack-job she had given herself in haste. She brushed it out and used her knife to trim up as much as she could see. Septa Annice or Edlyn would have to help her with the rest. Evening things out meant it was even shorter now than before, but it was just hair. It would grow back. As she was turning to leave her room, Syndra heard a shout from the courtyard: "Kenrith!" Godwyn! Syndra hadn't seen him since he disappeared in the debacle on the tournament field. She bolted to the window, whipping open the pane so quickly that she almost shattered it against the wall. She had almost missed them. They were nearly out of sight around the corner. She leaned out the window and called to get their attention. "Kenrith! Godwyn!" |
