119th Trial of Vhalar during Arc 717
"When will you leave, Pappa?" Vega asked and Jo'qan shrugged slightly. She and her father were sitting in his cabin aboard his ship, the snowstorm outside whirling around. They were sitting on a long bench in his room, covered in a deep cushion and high backed; as comfortable as could be with her legs pulled up underneath her and a blanket over her. He smiled at her and gestured outside. "I'm not sure, Eva. It will depend on the weather. Are you keen for us to go?" His deep voice was teasing and Vega looked at him and smiled, shaking her head. "I wish you wouldn't, you know that." He reached out and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.
"Why are you going, Pappa?" she asked, nestled against him and Jo'qan looked at her with dark blue eyes. "Because you need to live your life, Eva.I am holding you back by being here." He didn't sound angry or sad, simply resigned and Vega's eyes darkened as she frowned.
"But you're not. You don't. You never 'ave Pappa, an' I don't see why you think you are now." She squirmed around until she was sitting opposite him, looking at him. "For the first time in my life, I feel good about me, about who I am an' everythin'. You bein' here, that's part of it. If you wanna go, you go." She grinned at him. "I understand the biqaj need to be on the open water. I get it. I 'ave it but not for the water. If it's that, Pappa, you go an' I'll be sad to see you go but glad fer you. But don't leave cos you think I need you to. I don't."
Jo'qan looked at his daughter and he smiled at her; so intense his little Eva, she always had been. Yet he knew what her childhood had been and now, he worried. "Your familiar is here, yes?" Vega nodded. "I think so, Pappa, yes. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"That is part of your sev'ryn side, and that has always been at odds with your biqaj nature. You are discovering other aspects of yourself." Vega shook her head and looked at him with an expression Jo'qan would have to admit he hadn't seen before.
"Pappa, my blood is silver and will always be. I'm sev'ryn an' I'm biqaj, I'm my mamma's people an' I'm yours, but I'm more than that. I'm jus' me." Jo'qan raised an eyebrow as she spoke. There was a question there, in that eyebrow, but he did not ask it. He didn't need to. "I'm proud of my biqaj heritage, Pappa, an' I'm proud of my sev'ryn 'alf, too. But they don't define me. I do."
It had to be said, Jo'qan's eyebrow raised, just a little further.
"Why are you going, Pappa?" she asked, nestled against him and Jo'qan looked at her with dark blue eyes. "Because you need to live your life, Eva.I am holding you back by being here." He didn't sound angry or sad, simply resigned and Vega's eyes darkened as she frowned.
"But you're not. You don't. You never 'ave Pappa, an' I don't see why you think you are now." She squirmed around until she was sitting opposite him, looking at him. "For the first time in my life, I feel good about me, about who I am an' everythin'. You bein' here, that's part of it. If you wanna go, you go." She grinned at him. "I understand the biqaj need to be on the open water. I get it. I 'ave it but not for the water. If it's that, Pappa, you go an' I'll be sad to see you go but glad fer you. But don't leave cos you think I need you to. I don't."
Jo'qan looked at his daughter and he smiled at her; so intense his little Eva, she always had been. Yet he knew what her childhood had been and now, he worried. "Your familiar is here, yes?" Vega nodded. "I think so, Pappa, yes. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"That is part of your sev'ryn side, and that has always been at odds with your biqaj nature. You are discovering other aspects of yourself." Vega shook her head and looked at him with an expression Jo'qan would have to admit he hadn't seen before.
"Pappa, my blood is silver and will always be. I'm sev'ryn an' I'm biqaj, I'm my mamma's people an' I'm yours, but I'm more than that. I'm jus' me." Jo'qan raised an eyebrow as she spoke. There was a question there, in that eyebrow, but he did not ask it. He didn't need to. "I'm proud of my biqaj heritage, Pappa, an' I'm proud of my sev'ryn 'alf, too. But they don't define me. I do."
It had to be said, Jo'qan's eyebrow raised, just a little further.
