Leaves like droplets of blood, white faces in the wood; there are gods as old as Shadow in the North, the serpent murmured.
Sindra looked to the Dornish bannermen and then back to Genna; as the whispers said and as Signori had confirmed, there was trouble here. "Myrish is the first language I spoke. I do not feel like a stranger there as much. Many say it is beautiful and I suppose it is. It was hot and sunny, this place is - colder, a chill to the bones. What do you miss about Winterfell?"
"Myr is not my home though, only where I had lived the longest."