Safe in their quarters, Nanny set to stripping Mila's dress and stockings off and with a frown stripped off her knickers too.'Quick, quick, into the shower with you.'She caught Mila's hand, guiding her toward the bathroom.'But, Nanny,' Mila tried to protest, voice rising and falling with her exhaustion. 'Uncle, Nanny, Uncle.''Come on lovey, let's get you into the shower. There's nothing to be done, Great Uncle Ilder had been unwell for a long time. You remember that. He needed to pass on, to be reborn again strong and new. Stop crying now that's enough.' As she spoke Nanny pulled the cord to the bulbous shower head, starting the flow of water. She held Mila's hand tight, keeping her back from the scalding water that always came out first.'No, Nanny, Uncle Jeran. Poor Uncle Jeran.'Nanny at last looked down at Mila, her eyes wide. She laughed.'Silly girl! Uncle Jeran isn't due back for a couple more days, but he's fine. You know he's fine. We'd all have felt it otherwise.'
Huddled with her knees pulled up, Mila considered her options. Her throat seemed to grow drier and scratchier by the second.That decided her dash to the bathroom, even though it meant the risk of bumping into someone. Along the dark corridor she crept, a hand skimming the wall to guide her. Mila didn't risk turning the glow lamps up. Instead she snuck around in the half light, making her way to the bowl-like basin. Its width made it awkward to lean across but she was able to reach the stream of water with her mouth. Gulping the cool liquid down, Mila tensed when the murmur of voices seemed to move.Faster than an eharie sprite she darted back the way she'd come, hands extended at waist height to help navigate the way. Just as she zipped around the door to her and Nanny's bedroom she heard the 'woosh' of the kitchen door being pulled wide. Resisting the urge to slam the door, Mila pushed it ever so slow till it closed. The sound of the footsteps entering the corridor made all the tin
A clunk on the table made her jerk around, looking in shock at Papa, her own earthenware mug steaming away on the table.Papa reached out to tousle her hair.'We love you, little one. Try to learn from this lesson. We don't like having to be angry at you, Mila.'The gentle voice and his sympathetic smile and gaze had the tears running down Mila's cheeks. He held out his arms, and she flung herself into them.'Papa, I didn't mean,' Mila couldn't finish her sentence, not wanting to say she'd lied because part of her was certain she'd seen what she'd seen. But the tears seemed to satisfy him. Papa cuddled her on his lap and wiped her cheeks with the large square handkerchief he kept up his sleeve.'There now, have a sip, it'll make your tummy better.'Mila nodded, accepting the mug he passed to her. She held it with both hands while she sipped at the hot liquid. The scent and taste of ginger plus wild mint did help to unknot the tension in her stomach. About halfway through her mu
'Your little Mestarn is nearing maturity, Sila.'Mila and Nanny turned to see a woman about mama's age walking their way with a wide smile.Mila watched as Nanny moved to embrace the woman, a wide smile on her face.'Yes, I think she is, Forniua. How are you all?'They hugged tight while Mila stared with curiosity. Nanny was one of the few non gifted in her life, hired as a permanent addition to their family to assist with raising Mila while both her parents worked hard at their roles within the land of Vo'Arum.'And what are you here for today, little one?' Nanny's friend crouched to smile at Mila, who suddenly lost her voice, ducking back a step behind Nanny.Nanny laughed.'She's here to see what life is like for a villager, to get some understanding of what she will be protecting as a Mestarn.''Ah, well then, come right this way. Today is washing day.' The woman offered her hand to Mila who after a hesitant glance at Nanny, took it. 'And what do we call you by?''Mila,' M
With the others, they walked to a larger building, long like their Manor Lodge but not even a third its size. There were no steps leading in, just two open doors and the floor was dirt. Mila stared at it in surprise.Inside long tables ran the length of either side of the room with a short table at the end that ran between them.'That's for the head family,' Nanny explained quietly to Mila. 'See how everyone knows their places?'Like in the Manor Lodge everyone here went straight to their own seats, leaving Nanny and Mila standing in the middle of the room.'Nanny,' Mila whispered. 'Where do we sit?''We wait to be greeted,' Nanny replied.Nuia walked straight to the head family's table then turned and faced the room, raising her arms.Everyone fell silent, eyes on her.'Thank you all for your help with the washing. We will eat shortly, but first I wanted to introduce you to our guest today.'Mila pressed tight against Nanny as all eyes turned to them.'Most of you know Nanny
The doors to the Great Hall opened as Mila and Nanny were saying their goodbyes. Mila didn't turn to look, too busy hugging another Uncle, but she heard Nanny's gasp.This gasp sounded bad.Mila pulled back from her Uncle's arms and noticed he too seemed distracted, she turned.A villager stood amongst a group of adults, speaking quietly. The adults all looked sick, some cried.'Nanny,' Mila whispered, and reached for her hand. 'What's wrong?'Nanny said nothing, only held Mila's hand tight.The villager looked their way and with a visible sigh, walked to their table.'I am so sorry to bring you such news. Jeran Mestarn was found dead beneath a rock slide this morning. We think it caught him during the night.'It took a minute before Mila realized he meant Uncle Jeran.The lovely calm feeling froze in her mind. She didn't know how she should react.Turning, Mila found her parents staring at the man with shocked expressions. Moments later their gazes slid in unison to her face
Mila sat on the floor of her room, toys gathered around as if she played. But the toys lay ignored as Mila tilted her head, ear to the door. The murmur of voices wasn't loud enough. Mila closed her eyes and relaxed, imaging she heard them in her head.The door opened, Mila glanced up to see Nanny smiling at her.'Well! What are we doing here, lovey? Oh, is it a traveling troupe?'The firm way Nanny spoke and her brief check down the corridor made Mila even more certain something wasn't right. 'Come now, play along. I'll be Ms Geckna, pulling the giant wagon with all her friends in it. Now, where are we going?''Oo-' Mila shook her head, mind clearing. 'The village? A show for the village?''Very good idea! They'll love it. Let's set it up.'Nanny wouldn't stop using the high firm voice, making it difficult for Mila to hear their voices in her mind. 'Not interested? Let's read a story then,' Nanny smiled with a closed mouth, offering her hands to Mila.They climbed onto Mila'
Mila gasped a belly deep sucking pull, head ringing like a bucket had been stuck over her and struck.'Lea.' Papa held her in his arms. 'Lea, are you okay?'Mila blinked the motion heavy and difficult. 'Y-yes.''Can you find the nightmare?'Papa helped her sit up. The spinning slowed, and the room came back into view, Mama and Nanny watched her anxiously.'What?' Mila couldn't make sense of the question, the ringing in her ears passing, leaving the room sharp in its quietness.'The nightmare, can you remember the nightmare? Focus, Lea. See if you can find it.'Mila closed her eyes and tried to let her mind wander. It didn't want to come. She wrinkled her forehead, lips twisted in a scowl and tried harder.A soft touch on her shoulder made her eyes open. Mama smiled at her.'Not there?'Shocked, Mila shook her head. 'No, Mama.''Good. We won't let that bother you anymore. Now, you and Nanny get to sleep.' Mama kissed Mila's forehead and Papa helped her under the covers. Both