Senna
The walls here hummed a tune I didn’t know, but my bones remembered. It was a funny thing, living in a place that felt so wrong while also feeling like home. I’d been here, inside Ironblood’s walls, for two weeks now. Two weeks of waking up, doing my healer’s job, and pushing down the feeling that something big was waiting just around the corner. Not a bad thing, maybe. Just… big. Everything in this place made the little bits of my old dreams.
I was carrying a stack of bandages, fresh from the storage room. My shoulder ached a little. The infirmary was always busy, always needing more. I liked the work. It kept my hands busy and my mind from wandering too much. I rounded a corner near the main hall, almost bumping into someone. I stopped short, the bandages nearly tumbling.
There
