Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Bront]

"A Soul Sister is an extremely close sister. One of your closest friends, or best of lovers. It's a true bond in sisterhood, sharing much of body, mind, and soul. The only thing closer would be a True Sister, which is almost like an open marriage of sisters, where their souls sing togeather in a harmoney few ever know."

"My mother told me once, my father was like a True Brother to her, and even that wasn't a strong enough term." Vasha sighs.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Ah, yes...Marrik. I hear he was quite a special man, and not just your mother thinks so...Alyz has been known to speak very fondly and wistfully of him from time to time. It is a terrible pity that he was slain."

 

[Bront]

"Yes, I would like to hear more about him. I remember him, but I was young, and he had other things to do as well. And I know little about his friends."

Vasha sighs "I never did get close to many people. Even on Amarathia with my sisters, there were few I was close to, and I'm not sure even a soul sister. Ashana was always a bit withdrawn once we went to Amaranthia, though perhaps it was to protect me."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, I don't know anything firsthand, since I wasn't born then, but I'm sure that Alyz knows lots of stuff about him that she can tell you tomorrow since they were like best friends a long time ago."

 

[Bront]

She smiles "That's good."

"What do you need from me to get the clothing made? If it's no problem, perhaps you can escort me out tomorow, and run the uni to me at work."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"We'll have the seamstress make all the measurements tomorrow morning, and then, yep, I'll definitely escort you out and bring you the uniform at work."

 

[Bront]

"Thank you so much." Vasha says. "I'd hug you but I wouldn't want to get you all wet." she giggles.

Vasha emerges from the water and grabs a towel, not wanting to drip all over her new room. She motions to Puddles he can hop in if he wants, and he does. "I'll towel him off too." she says, giggling again. "But I should probably get some rest soon, it's been a long day."

"Where is Alyz? I should probably talk to her before I get some sleep to thank her."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, it is no trouble. Any friend of my friend is my friend too. Just make yourself at home and rest as long as you like, okay?"

"I think she may have gone to sleep already. You can see her tomorrow, okay?"

(OOC: Sneaky!)

 

[Bront]

"Thank you. I do need to be up and at work in the morning. You can wake me whenever the tailor can get my mesurements. Good night."

Vasha dries off, and then helps Puddles dry off as well. She then spends a bit of time wandering around her new room(s) to get a good feel of the layout. She'll have to talk to Alyz about her magical work tomorow and get her volunteer here to help.

She smiles when she thinks of Zythryd. Seems almost strange that a man who sells slaves can be so sweet and timid. If she must bear another child of Arris, he seemed suitable, and sharing pleasure with him made her feel a bit more at home here. Vasha drifts off to sleep with a smile on her face, holding a pillow close to her in her arms.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Vasha awakens to feel a gentle hand slide across her face and shake her very slightly, urging her awake.*

"Vasha, the seamstress is ready to see you, but just tell me and I'll let you keep sleeping if you are still tired."