The manor is strangely quiet, despite everyone being temporarily stuck inside due to Matias’ request, Cybil thinks. Usually she can hear more conversations flowing, or simply the sounds of the others as they go about their days. It’s strange, and to Cybil causes more anxiety than anything else. The general mood of everyone seems to be somber, confused, maybe even a little bit annoyed. She isn’t used to anything like this happening, so out of the ordinary for Matias to demand something of this nature. Not only is the lack of sound strange, but the smell in the air makes Cybils hair stand on end. Blood is not something Cybil really enjoys the smell of, even if it’s her main dietary need. Especially that of vampire blood. Never a good sign, no matter the circumstances. Human blood is familiar, a safe smell despite the mix of feelings it causes Cybil. Human blood could mean that her precious family are simply eating, living another day of their long lives. Vampire blood means something terrible has happened, some fight or accident causing harm.
Cybil has heard about the hunters in the town, she hasn’t interacted with anyone who’s had direct contact with one of them, but she’s aware of their presence. The smell in the air can really only mean one thing. If it were a faint smell, maybe it could be explained away, but the ferocity of the smell and the way it refuses to clear away can only be explained by the hunters. They’ve found the other coven.
Cybil has never liked being selfish, but for the briefest of moments she’s relieved nobody in her own coven was discovered. The thought, despite being fleeting, causes Cybil to feel immense guilt. Her heart jumps into her throat as she silently berates herself for even considering this fate luck. The Sylvaine coven is not their enemy, even if they could’ve been in other circumstances. Cybil has met a few of them, although she never was especially close with them she knows them. It’s awful, what must have happened. There’s no worse fate that Cybil can think of.
There’s a terrible feeling in Cybil’s chest as she can only imagine what they’ve gone through. She must not be the only one feeling like this, the silence of the manor indicating so. Everyone is scattered around, doing their own things to cope or wait patiently for Matias to announce they can leave. Cybil isn’t thoughtless enough to think that everyone is like her, some of the others may not care at all about the Sylvaines or the hunters. Some she knows for certain despise the hunters and will see this as a perfect opportunity to wreak havoc.
Cybil will hold her tongue on the matter. She believes deep in her heart that the hunters are simply lost. Their ideals are twisted, yes, but there must be reasons for their existence. Loss at the hands of vampires, raised to think like hunters without exposure to other points of view, the simple fear of the unfamiliar, and many more reasons. Cybil doesn't blame them for their upbringing or reasoning. If only they would see the vampires as simply living creatures doing their best to survive just as they are, maybe they’d change their outlook. Cybil knows this is an… extremely unpopular opinion to have.
All the anxiety and conflicting thoughts stirring up in Cybil have left her unable to do much, other than sit with Amaranth and talk to her. Usually Cybil likes to be doing something with her hands when she’s talking, but she can’t really focus on anything other than idly picking at the skin around her nails. Amaranth is wonderful company, someone Cybil seeks out for comfort whenever she can. The two of them are close, and Cybil would usually try to talk about how she’s feeling to sort through the emotions, but something stops her today. This isn’t something she can really talk about, since it’s actively happening and she doesn’t have all the puzzle pieces yet. Plus, Amaranth has been unable to reach her father throughout the day despite attempting to. Cybil is unwilling to unload her thoughts on her best friend when she’s already having a bad day.
So they’re talking about harmless random topics when Matias’ announcement comes. Cybil is on her feet before he even finishes talking, heart racing. The Sylvaines are here. Cybil had considered it a possibility that they’d come for aid, but she hadn’t consciously thought about what that would mean.
After standing, she pauses in indecision. She looks towards Amaranth, panic probably evident in her eyes as she waits for their opinion. Usually, Cybil would’ve been first to the door to greet and welcome others, but the mere fact that she doesn’t know who’s all there, what they’ve gone through, it gives her pause. She isn’t equipped to handle such oppressive grief.
When Amaranth speaks, Cybil lets out a sigh of mixed relief and worry. The decision is out of her hands, seeing as Amaranth starts walking before Cybil can formulate a response, so instead of trying she simply follows her lead.
As they reach the doors, Cybil can feel tears well up in her eyes at the sight. There are so few of them. A mere fraction of the coven she knew them to be in the past. Not only that, but their faces display an incredible sadness. Cybil can practically feel it in the air, how hard it has been for them. She’s always been quick to tears, but faced with such a display, she can’t even try to hold them back. She tries to remain silent despite the crying, she would feel terrible to make this moment about herself.
Cybil looks towards Amaranth for support, as the other does the same to her. She steps closer towards Amaranth, stuck in her silence once more. Being near her friend brings Cybil some form of comfort, even as she’s faced everything she’s been feeling today finally burst to the surface.
Cybil continues to feel frozen as a few of the people surrounding them move. Emiel and Matias go to have their meeting, and a few members of each coven interact and move further into the manor. Cybil feels stuck, like she’s simply an outside observer.
“Anth,” Cybil finally speaks, using a nickname she doesn’t use very often for Amaranth, “I- I don’t know what to do.”
Her hands are shaking as she finally gathers herself enough to wipe her tears, and she looks back up towards the people who haven’t left yet. Her eyes spot Blanche, another of her closest friends, and Cybil typically adores spending time with her, but she isn’t sure if she’s exactly ready to reveal just how affected by everything she is. She wants to help, like her and Blanche do often, but she’s trapped by her feelings. All she can do is wait for something else to move her.