Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Rystil Arden]

"You deserve the praise--I bet you could make a living as a masseuse, Vasha. Your four-armed massage is lovely," he smiles and sighs as she continues to work out the kinks and tension.

 

[Bront]

"You're too kind" she says. She continues to massage him, her mystic hands moving up and down his arms, her hands now working between his theighs.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No, it's true," he replies with a smile but then adds, "Err, uhh, not too near...you know?"

 

[Bront]

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does that not feel good?" she asks, as she moves her hands up his thighs a bit, her mystical hands begin to work on his neck.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well...no, but...I guess I just don't know if I'm comfortable with that...you know?" Bertram asks, but then he quickly sighs in pleasure as the hands massage his neck, "Ahh, that's good..."

 

[Bront]

"Bertram, can I be truely honest with you?" she says as she works on his thighs with a deeper massage, occasionaly brushing a bit too close, but not intentionaly going there. Her mystic hands stay around his neck and shoulders as he seems to like that.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, uhh, I guess so, Vasha," he replies quietly, as he lies beneath her.

 

[Bront]

"Well," she says, while she continues her massage carefully, "I am looking for Gralas because he knew my father. My father appears to be a bit of a ledgend around here, defending against the Dragonlords. His name was Merrik ai’Khala, and he was killed by the Dragonlords I believe. My mother took me to Amaranthia, and there I became a full nymph, but now, years later, I have return to Arris to find out more of what happened to him. I didn't tell you earlier because the bartender recognized me and told me to be carefull mentioning his name."

She sighs, bends over, and kisses the back of his neck tenderly "I feel better telling you this though, for I feel I can trust you." She kisses his neck once again "No secrets."

She sits back up a bit, a smile of relief and happyness on her face, as a single tear rolls down her cheek in memory of her father. The invisable hands cease their work as she looses her concentration.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Merrik ai'Khala? You don't say...how uncanny. That is awful about your father...I am so sorry that such a horrible thing happened, but I think your father would have been glad that his wife and daughter are safe," he reaches up and wipes the tear gently off her cheek with the tip of his forefinger.

 

[Bront]

Vasha smiles and wraps her arms around Bertram "Thank you... Did you know him or of him?" she looks at him hopefully.