Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery, Part II

[Bront]

Finished with dinner, Vasha excuses herself and takes Puddles back to her room, where she spends a bit of time playing with, fetch, tug of war, and such.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Eventually, Zythryd enters the room.*

"You wanted to see me, Vasha?"

 

[Bront]

Vasha walks over to Zythryd and hugs him tightly. "I'm sorry if I'm distant Zythryd. So much has happened, and sometimes it's hard to tell if I'm coming or going. It's just..." She sighs and continues to hold him.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Don't worry, Vasha...It's okay. It's just what?"

 

[Bront]

"It's just that nothing's ever simple with Alyz, or any of this." Vasha sighs. "I ... I just have so much to deal with... so much on my shoulders now."

"Is it wrong to want my father back? To feel him hold you securely, to see his face light up when I called him daddy."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No...of course it's not wrong. She took him from you when you were so young, Vasha...it is tragic that you couldn't know your father better..."

 

[Bront]

"But... but what if he could be brought back... what if..." she says, unable to finish her thought.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"What do you mean? I don't want to hurt your feelings, but that's impossible. No one who dies on Arris can be brought back to life...their souls return to the dying planet. Everyone knows that..."

 

[Bront]

"Zythryd, I want you to promise me you won't judge. Please." Vasha says, obviously a bit upset now, though not at Zythryd in particular.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Zythryd looks a bit uneasy, several of his doomsday scenarios involving Lhyzra rushing through his head as he tries to speak with much more confidence than he feels:*

"Okay Vasha, don't worry...I won't judge you."