"Anna." Gwendolyn repeated, as if checking to see if she was capable of saying the name. "We'll only be walking for as long as it takes to get to my horse. Stonebridge isn't too far, I'll have you there by midnight at the latest."
The White Lily paused. Should she tell the girl her name? It was tough call. On one hand, Gwendolyn's reputation might set the woman at ease- but on the other hand, telling people her name often led to annoying questions.
It was basically the same conversation every time. They'd first ask something like "You're that Gwendolyn Mittermeyer?" To which she'd always respond yes, she was. Then they'd say something like "I never thought I'd actually meet you in person" or "My child won't stop talking about you", to which she'd put on a fake smile and thank them. Then she'd always face a barrage of questions about her life as an soldier, inquiries as to what battles she'd personally fought in, and requests for war stories- all of which were tiring for her. Anna would likely be no different, and the thought of having to spend a few hours with her if she knew...
Yeah. It was a tough call. Still, Gwendolyn didn't like lying.
Gritting her teeth and praying for the best, the soldier broke her silence. "My name is Gwendolyn" she murmured, deciding to leave out her surname for the time being. "I'm with the White Lilies."
"Please, don't let her put two and two together." she prayed silenty. "For my sanity's sake."
