Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Bront]

"Yes, it certaintly is" she says. "You waited for me even though you lost almost half of your break. Why?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Why not?" Zythryd counters with a grin, "I'll have plenty of other time off today, but I knew you are new in town, and thought you might like some company...And pleasant company is always worth the wait."

 

[Bront]

She smiles and nods. "Yes. yes it is. I just wondered if perhaps it was more than just that."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"What do you mean, dear Vasha?"

 

[Bront]

"I'm just worried about how interested you are in my company," she says. "Other then Puddles, the men in my life that have grown close to me have all suffered because of it."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Really? But why?"

 

[Bront]

"I don't know," she responds. "My father, well, he met with an unfortunate end. So did my uncle. And my newly found brother had to put himself in extreme danger for me, and I don't know if he's ok."

She sighs. "I'd a feeling that perhaps you were looking to see if you could get closer to me, but I'd understand if you chose to stay away."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Danger, eh? But why would it be dangerous to be near you? You seem like such a nice girl..."

 

[Bront]

"That's part of the problem. I realy don't know." She sighs, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "It's like I've been cursed to be alone."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Aw, don't cry, Vasha," Zythryd says compassionately, moving closer and wiping away her tear, "It'll be okay. You'll see. You never have to be alone if you don't want to."