Nearly a week has passed since Iskyla left and she still hasn't come back. Between Vilkas, Skjor and me, we have sent her on much more dangerous missions. A simple bandit raid should be simple and easy for her. Something had to have gone wrong, there is no other explanation. She wouldn't just disappear on a missions. I spend nearly as much time with her as I do with Vilkas and I know for a certain fact that she would not abandon on a mission. She's as loyal to the Companions as I am. Uncertainty and worry passed over me in a nauseous wave. When she left, she told me she was heading straight to that cave and muttered something about needing the damned coin to buy herself a proper set of armor that actually covered her damned arms.
Another wave of unease passed over me and I shoved it off as I headed up the stairs and into the main hall. Aela was eating breakfast and cursing at Torvar's drunk ass. I shook my head and scanned the room for Vilkas. Nowhere to be found, my mind made the connection that he's probably out in the courtyard. He's taken to sitting out there in the mornings away from everyone else. I headed in that direction. Aela watched me walk through the main hall and opened her mouth as if to say something, but I ignored it determined to find my brother.
I swung the door open and the sun smacked me in the face. I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the assaulting light. The morning was abnormally warm for this close to the winter. Vilkas was in his usual spot sitting in the chair that faced the courtyard, allowing him to see everyone who passed through. I strode up to him and knew he would sense my presence.
"Have you heard from or seen Iskyla at all?" No use beating around the topic.
"No I can't say I have," his voice seemed sharp. He must have been deep in thought when I interrupted him.
"It's been nearly a week since she left. I'm starting to worry." I thanked the gods for my deep voice that manages to hide emotions. The thought of her injured makes my stomach turn. I haven't quite placed why.
"Farkas. She's the Dragonborn for Talos's sake. I'm sure she can take on a group of bandits without a problem," he wasn't trying to hide the exasperation in his voice. I huffed.
"I know that Vilkas," I didn't bother to hide the annoyance in my tone. "That's why I'm worried. When I gave her the job she told me she was heading straight there. She only took the job because she needed coin for new armor. She's been talking about nothing but armor for weeks now. The cave the job was in is not even half a day's walk from here. Don't you find it a little strange that she isn't here yet?" My voice strained a little at the end and I hid my grimace. Vilkas sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair.
"Maybe you're right. Or maybe she just went off and did something else before coming back. She does have a life beyond the Companions, Farkas. She could have gone to Riverwood. It's only a short trip out of the way and she's been talking about seeing that Ralof she's always going on about." There was a hint of annoyance to his tone, but it was mostly for show. He likes to pretend he's annoyed even when he cares.
"Maybe," the idea rattled around in my head but still didn't make any connections. "I just have a bad feeling. If she were going to Riverwood, I really think she would have been back already. She hates going around in that armor." Vilkas heaved a sigh again.
"You're right. Damned whelp sure does like to complain. Maybe you should head that way and see what's going on. The worst you'll find is that she hasn't gotten there yet." It was my turn to sigh. The thought of going made me nearly as sick as the thought of not going.
"Kodlak probably won't be too happy if I leave without a job." The statement is fact. He likes having some of us around to guard Jorrvaskr. Vilkas stood up and clasped a hand on my shoulder. Despite being twins, he is several inches shorter than me.
"I'll deal with Kodlak, brother. If it will make you feel any better, go and look for her. I know you two are close." I nodded and turned away.
"Right, thank you brother," I said stepping away from the porch and into the courtyard. My feet carried me quickly towards the gates of Whiterun. Something is wrong and I am going to find her.
A/N Sorry for the change in POV. I wasn't quite sure how to introduce Farkas into the story. I toyed with the idea of him having a surprise appearance, but I thought waiting until further in the story would seem weird. So yay weird conversation between Farkas and Vilkas. You would think with me on a near telepathic level with my sister would make it easier to write sibling relationships. Not really!