time to leave it all behind Who: Genna, Gwyn. When: Late night, Day 67/ Early morning of Day 68 (while Jaers is setting part of the city to riot mode) Where: Maegor's Holdfast and running fast Rating: PG-13 Status: Closed- just the twins please
Genna had pretended to go to bed what felt like hours and hours ago. She crept back out again and dressed except for her sleeves because she never could get them tied right. She’d picked out her plainest blue play dress since the tunnels might be dirty and she’d tied and retied the whole package of stuff they would need. She had some bits of jewelry and a few coins, and then there was food she’d begged off the cook after dinner, along with some rolls she’d stuffed up her sleeves and pockets during dinner. They might get lost, she reasoned and if she didn’t do all this properly she might mess it up for the real time. Aunt Lyanora was always saying how important practice was.
Outside she’d heard lots of horses and men, rattling by with swords and armor. They were shouting. Maybe it was a war? That might be fun to see, if they could get out of the castle. Wars were always in the songs and there was lots of glory and chivalrous knights. Maybe one of them could help her and Gwyn.
She sat by the door, waiting for Gwyn’s knock. She had the cloaks and the food and the needles… she’d gotten some torches too. There hadn’t been any daggers laying around but she’d found a little knife father had given to Brandon for when he was older- it was supposed to be kept up on a high shelf but she’d climbed up easily and gotten it. It had a stupid wolf head on it, but maybe they could cut that off and give it to a poor peasant boy who could buy food with it. Princesses were supposed to do charitable things like that…
There was a noise outside the door and Genna got to her feet. Please, please be Gwyn…