The Alarms Aren't Ringing
The ginger haired elf sat perched on a table in one of the main rooms of the library. Her emerald eyes were glossy as she stared out the window, rain streaming down the glass on the other side. Her fingers fumbled idly with the pages of a spell book on the Holy Light.
Veilissia hummed to herself, putting away the books that had been strewn across the floor last night by an unknown force. The platinum haired elf glanced occasionally over to her companion with a smug smile, but kept quiet.
If Unison had been paying attention, she might've felt bad for not helping clean up, but she seemed to be lost deep in her thoughts. The room felt hot and muggy, and smelled of wet paper. The walls seemed to be closing in around them. Unison's ears perked and flattened a few times as she watched the water drops on the dirty window.
The violin from the graveyard had stopped since Cross disappeared. Now it was so quiet at night. She never much liked staying in her room at the Tower, and wouldn't do so unless Cross promised to keep watch. But now, she spent as little time there as possible.
She'd run into several Forsaken in the past few weeks, and the encounters had seemed to put her in a constant state of uneasiness. They always looked at her with those haunting eyes, sizing her up and smirking at her. The place seemed to be flooding with them as of late, adding to her reasons to only come to the Tower when she had to.
Veilissia didn't seem to mind the new employees, which actually helped Sonny forget about how frightened and uncomfortable she really was. If Veil was calm and collected, why couldn't she be? Though, to be fair, Veilissia's father was the Undercity Ambassador, so she'd had plenty of time around the Forsaken, and was probably used to their empty eyes and rotten smells. Most of the time, Sonny tried to stay near Veil. Despite the woman's hard exterior, she seemed to have a soft spot for Unison.
Though she would never admit it, Unison had been counting the days since Cross had disappeared. She listened around every day, and asked Suvere every time she came in to work if they'd found him. Certainly the man was annoyed, but that didn't stop her. It was impulsive, she just had to know. Even at home, she would lie awake wondering where he was, and if he was okay.
The young elf was under more stress than she'd ever been under, and it was a strange new burden weighing her down.