The more things changed, the more things stayed the same.
Lysira, oh so many years ago, had walked these paths and these halls as a timid little thing called Mouse. A girl feeling eternally hunted and alone, she had found help here. She had found friendship here. She had found purpose, guidance, love here. Here, was where she had found a life. Here, was where she had learned to live. Once her parents had returned to her, she was no longer Mouse but had emerged as a new being, yet still the woman she was always meant to be. She was Lysira Viathene, and she ascended the Yards to wear the fancloak and call herself Gaidar. She had become Gaidar Captain. She had become a bonded warder. She had become a mother.
Now she set foot on these hallowed grounds again, feeling like much of what she had become here had now become undone. Much of it had unraveled before she even left, and while it had held together for a while, such things do not last. A woman of purpose, with heart, of passion and drive and certainty, returned as little more than a shadow of herself.
Could these Towers perform a second miracle? She had to hope.
Little seemed to have changed in the halls since she'd left, even if it had been twenty years. She had forgotten nothing, either, and her muscles knew the paths. She remembered walking to the Master of Arms' office, to the man who she had thought of as a second father; a man she was one of few not terrified of. She missed him, and was sorrowful to know his scarred visage would not be staring sternly down from behind a desk that seemed too small for a man of his size and presence.
Today, however, she was destined for the office of the Mistress of Training. Her son was safely ensconced in their adjoining rooms and she needed to start building her life anew here. Because she needed its walls, its discipline, and its knowledge to protect her child, and to once more know who she was. As a Gaidar, she knew it was less against protocol to arrive without an appointment, but still, she hoped the woman would not be offended by her stopping by.



