Cassilda sighed and turned away from the dust streaked window and watched as roaring ice tore at the monastery’s exterior. She returned to the book that lay perched delicately on her knee, an old thing with withered and yellowed pages. At first the appeal of such an archaic thing had eluded her, but the musty tome had grown on her and now she found herself spending her days in the library, eagerly absorbing whatever stories or knowledge was left intact upon its shelves. Outside, echoing through the passages of the library, the sounds of Cassilda’s hosts could be heard making preparations to ride out the storm. At her feet, the quiet form of her sister slept on - oblivious to the hectic activity of the monastery or the ravages of the storm. Cassilda smiled and read on in her book, and was taken by surprise when a kindly Child disturbed her.
“Mistress Cassilda, I’m sorry but the Patron has informed me there will be no search today.”
The young man had a handsome face, and Cassilda could not help but let her heart melt at the genuine concern in his eyes. She closed her story, making sure to mark her page with a stray strip of paper, and took the Child’s hands in her own.
“It is alright, Silas. I did not expect there to be one. Not in this weather, I could not ask your people to risk themselves for my sister and I.”
“I understand, Cassilda. Still...it has been a week and there is still no sign. I cannot imagine what your sister and yourself are going through.”
“It...is difficult. I’ll admit that, and it is much tougher on Camilla than on I. Still, your hospitality has helped make it easier for us. Better to be here than searching the ruins ourselves, I suppose.”
Silas smiled and sat down beside Cassilda, stroking a tender hand across her cheek to brush back a stray strand of hair. Cassilda had always found something soothing in the rich green of Silas’s eyes, and the almost human features of his face. Perhaps the Patron knew that, and that’s why Silas always seemed to be the one delivering messages to her. She took his hand in her own and kissed it lightly as he spoke.
“If there is anything more we can, just let me know.”
“I have all I need in this library, thank you Silas. Though...Camilla will be hungry when she wakes. Could you bring us some food? Human food...if that’s not too difficult.”
The Villin laughed, the powerful hissing sound no longer shocking Cassilda, and stood. He brushed down his robes, removing what little dust had collected on the bone coloured robes and made to leave. The hissing that served as villin laughter faded away and he turned his face back to Cassilda, flashing her a toothy grin before speaking again.
“One day, Cassilda, you’ll learn to like my food.”
“Perhaps when I’ve lost my tongue to this bitter cold.”
Another grating hiss, and Silas vanished behind a bookcase. The Villin had been the one to find Cassilda and her sister in the ruined city of Alar, and had caused Camilla no small measure of unease at his not-quite-human appearance. Still, the monastery was mostly human and Camilla had learned to enjoy her time here even if - unlike her elder sister - she had not grown used to the alien life that called this place home. At least she didn’t stare wide eyed at Silas anymore.
Cassilda stroked Camilla’s hair until her sister stirred awake. The youngest wiped sleep from her eyes and pulled up against the wall beside Cassilda’s seat.
“There’s not going to be a search today, is there?”
Heartbroken at her directness, Cassilda shook her head and cupped her sister’s head in one hand, pausing her stroking for a moment as she pondered how to respond to that.
“No, but Silas is bringing us food. Human food this time, I made certain.”
Camilla’s tired laugh brought a smile to Cassilda’s face and a warmth to her chest that even the most well written story could not. The younger sister stretched her legs out along the stone floor and leaned on Cassilda’s knee, drumming a short rhythm on the soft fabric of her dress.
“Good. I’m starving.”
Cassilda resumed her stroking of Camilla’s hair and stared out at the storm. It was growing thicker with every passing second and ice was beginning to cling to the window alongside the dirt and dust. She hoped it would not last long, it would be nice to see the sun rise again. As Camilla began to hum a tune alongside the drumming of her fingers, Cassilda pushed her book to the edge of the window ledge and leaned against the glass. She felt the cold chill of the outside air even through the thickness of the window, and a part of her wondered if their father would ever be found. This was only the first storm since had had gone missing, but there were other dangers on this blasted world. Especially within Alar, and there had been no word from the girls’ father in a week. Only the persistent checking in of his harness’ radio let them know he was still alive somewhere within the city’s ruins. Though where exactly the Children of the monastery had not yet discovered, and Cassilda had to admit that hope was thin at this stage.
The sound of footsteps and the clatter of plates brought her out of her thoughts, and with a smile she welcomed Silas back to the library, a tray with meats and bread clasped in his hands. He sat down on the floor with the girls, his own food stashed away in his sack, and together they ate.