Her father had taken exactly the longest amount of time they had agreed upon to get back to her. It was a power play. She might be his delicate flower, but she was still just a thing to him. A beautiful thing but still just a thing. Vash was patient though. She wouldn’t let his near procrastination rush her. He would be hoping she was so desperate for an answer she would agree to his terms without reading.

That would work on a lesser being not on her. When the comm came through she took it in her quarters and called Papa to come be with her. He wanted to know, and it would be better for him to hear it first hand. She knew he would stay to the side and just listen. Like her, he had infinite patience when needed. She left the door unlocked for him and then sat in the chair.

Vash waited a handful of minutes before answering the comm. Just long enough to make her father begin to wonder before realizing he was getting offbeat. “Father. You look satisfied today,” she greeted the screen

Vashkilu, New Arrival