Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Bront]

"Zythryd, maybe she did hurt you, and maybe she would do it again, but let it go. Don't let your hate for what she did overshadow your life." She smiles "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere right now."

And then it occured to her, and she giggled a bit. "Speaking of which, would it impose on you if I stayed the night? It's an imposition on Alyz since I can't get back in by myself yet till I get my uniform. I'm technicaly her personal Masuese."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I'm trying to let it go...With your help, maybe I will, dear Vasha. And of course you may stay the night, though there isn't really so much room here, as you can see...It is not such a comfortable place to stay."

 

[Bront]

"I'm quite comfortable right where I am" she says with a grin "though I guess I could lay beside you instead."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You could try, but I'm not sure if my bed is wide enough for that...You might fall off if you move anywhere except to stay cradled in my arms."

 

[Bront]

"You say that like it's a bad thing." She teases.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, well I'm just teasing. I'm perfectly happy to have you stay right here if you'd like, dear Vasha."

 

[Bront]

"Mmm, I love it when you call me that."

Vasha rests on Zythryd and strikesstrokes his hair gently till he falls asleep. Once he is resting, she slips out of bed quietly, dons her dress and grabs her staff, and then looks around to find the woman who was scrubbing the floor.

OOC: Fixed major spelling error, hehe

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Vasha searches through the house until she finds that woman sleeping in a tiny bedroom.*

 

[Bront]

Vasha examines the woman, curious about her, if she looks abused or malnourished, or just worked hard. She's not as carefull about being quiet as she could be, but she doesn't intentionaly try to wake her up.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The woman was once beautiful, but her body is no longer soft and luscious, covered in callouses and wrinkles from hard work and time spent splashed and doused in water with caustic cleaning substances. Her hair seems to have lost its lustre, sitting dull and listless upon her head and held there by a kerchief. She doesn't seem to be abused or malnourished, but she is tired, having been worked hard for a long time.*