[Log] Reunion of father and daughter

[grumpy_turk]

Who: Elfé and Veld
When: Today, right after Elfé's voice post.
Location: Kalm, Veld's doorstep
Rating: PGish? Family angst for sure
Summary: Veld finds his daughter on his doorstep in Kalm.

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[eco_terrorista]

Of all the places she could've woken up, Elfé sure as hell wouldn't have picked the doorstep. Of course, she was certainly no princess, having spent her fair share of nights on concrete floors, but she last recalled drifting to sleep on a warm bed and... she wasn't quite sure what had happened after that.

That girl... she had mentioned something about 'returning to the Lifestream,' but before Elfe could reply another voice (this one far more familiar) interrupted their conversation. By surprise, she had accidentally disconnected from the network, and consequentially, from the stranger on the other end.

"Felicia..."

She stared into a tired face for a moment before realizing it was her father's. But something wasn't right... she didn't remember...

[FLASH]

He was holding her hand gently, his weathered palm hiding her unsightly scar--

[FLASH]

--Was he crying? He was saying something to her... she couldn't make it out. She was so tired...Felicia. Yes, she had been called that for a year, now. The young woman hadn't had the heart to

[grumpy_turk]

For a moment, all he could do was look at her. It was her. He expected her to vanish any moment, that she wasn't really standing there once more. Losing her twice already had hurt more than anything, and he hardly expected to be given another chance, to see her once more.

"Felicia...come inside," Veld opened the door wider, reaching out to take her arm gently, worry clear on his face.

If the neighbors saw anything, he would deal with that later. He had the reputation already of being a grumpy old man of the town, so few dared to meddle in his business, for which he was thankful.

"I live here now, since...well, there will be time to update you. First, let's get you taken care of." First things first, and Veld was a father first and foremost. Other things could, and would, wait for now.

[eco_terrorista]

She took his arm, almost hesitant (...did he get thinner overnight?), and struggled onto her feet and through the door. Once inside, she made for the nearest chair and slumped down, exhausted as if her limbs hadn't been used for a while. (...They hadn't.)

After the incident with the Zirconiade, the young woman had been all but confined to her bed, unable to move around for extended periods without assistance from her father. It became... slightly better after a few weeks had lazed by, but Elfé was never the same again. (It would have be easy enough to convince herself she'd just had another fainting episode but--)

"You live here? Just how long was I sleeping for? Please, tell me what's going on. ...I'm fine."

That was a lie, more or less, but she was growing more confused (and nearing impatience) with each passing minute. It was odd. She usually wouldn't have felt so anxious but... something was terribly off. Elfé hadn't realized that the very act of existing was what bothered her.

[grumpy_turk]

Instantly his hand was there on her back to help her walk. He glanced once more outside before closing the door and returning to her side, concerned.

"You...were not sleeping." He sat opposite of her, not sure how to tell her if she did not remember. It broke his heart to lose her twice, telling her was not easy.

"What do you remember last?" he asked slowly, choosing his words carefully. There were painful memories in both their pasts, ones he did not want to stir up unnecessarily, especially for her sake.