*The vortex of colours grows faster and faster and narrows around Vasha and the blood-red symbols whirling around the sphere, as it picks up an otherworldly ethereal zephyr, whipping Vasha's hair around as if in an eerie windstorm, and a keening sound erupts involuntarily from Vasha's mouth, blending with the wailing of the wind into a clarion call, beckoning into the great beyond as Vasha sends forth her thoughts, her memories, her love...*
*Suddenly, a bright flash of purple lightning flashes straight down from the ceiling and strikes the sphere. Once. Twice. Three times. And the outer symbols, which have been violently whirling, explode outward, covering Vasha's entire body in blood and whatever else is in that mixture.*
*But Vasha hardly notices because she can feel an answer to her call deep in her heart, and her eyes roll back in her head, leaving only a pulsing field of red in her vision and a swelling warmth surging through her, as she feels safe, as if she was an infant again with her father's arms around her...*
*...And then...her eyes clear and there are spectral arms around her and she looks up into the transparent insubstantial form of her father's kind, smiling face.*
"I love you Vasha..."
*Did she really hear a whisper in the back of her mind as if it came from the apparition, or was it just the wind? Either way, the ghostly form of Marrik is sucked into the central sphere and a bright flash of light fills the room as Vasha collapses to her knees, spent.*
