Septa Donyse arranged a few more red apples for the children's afternoon snack on the tray. The clock over the play kitchen showed her she had only five minutes left before a horde of preschoolers would descend on her and demand to be read a story. The sweetlings were always so groggy when they had played outdoor games under Septa Mordane's supervision. Throwing a look out of the window to see if they were already packing up the balls and other playthings, she noticed two bitty figures walking away from the other kids. The usual suspects: Jaime Lannister and Brienne Tarth.
Donyse tutted and mentally scolded Mordane for losing sight of these two, again. They never got hurt or anything like that, but it was the principle of it: When you are working at a day-care facility, keep the children in view. Well, she would just have to do it from here until the other septa noticed her mistake.
The little sneaks were wandering to the small hill at the back of the playground. It was more molehill than Dornish sandhills. Donyse squinted. Braime, that's how the septas called the dynamic duo when they were in the mood to coo over their charges, were playing a most peculiar game, it seemed.
"Up, up, prisoner! We have to be over the mountains and through the rivers by midnight!" little not-so-little Brienne exclaimed with her sweet lisp, due to losing her first incisor. She was towing Jaime, caked in mud from play-wrestling Bronn half an hour ago, behind her with a hand on his ponytail as if it was a rope. He seemed grumpier about not getting to play the knight than about her pulling him along like a bad doggy on a leash.
Donyse took one of the extra apples left in her basket, because they were not pretty enough to be served, and bit into it. Wholly amused, she watched as Mordane finally recognized that two of her hellions had scuttled away from the herd. Chewing her fruit, Donyse just grinned when Mordane looked towards heaven and shouted, "If I wasn't employed by the Gods, I would demand a raise!" before running after her two lost sheep.
Donyse couldn't wait for the next task rotation. Playground-duty was so much more fun.