7th Trial of Ashan during Arc 721
Vega and Lily, her cousin by marriage, were sitting together on a rise, looking over the sea. Lily was helping her with her sewing. Vega wanted to like Lily, she really did - and she did like her. But the two women were so incredibly different that Vega found it hard to find any common ground with her. They both liked Reese, Vega figured, but equally Vega didn't understand how anyone could actually voluntarily marry Reese.
Still, Vega was pregnant and Lily would be aunt to this child. She would be part of the life of the child which grew inside her and, when she thought that, Vega began to see how she might like Lily. Vega was hopeful, always. Optimistic, determined. She brought hope, she spoke truth. But Lily saw no bad in the world - none. No matter what was going on, no matter how bad things were, Lily didn't see any negative. To Vega it was as stupid and as self-absorbed as someone who saw nothing but negative. Lily cried when she was sad, and she screamed when she was afraid. But she never - never - did anything about it.
It drove Vega mad.
Lily felt her emotions - all of them - she wore them on her sleeve. Vega was not at all like that; she didn't do sharing or hugging or any of that kind of emotional nonsense and Lily? Lily was the exact polar opposite. "What do you want to make, Vega?" Lily asked and Vega looked down at the fabric in her hand. "I'm makin' a scarf for Sir Chip," she said. Lily blinked and giggled. "Sir Chip? That's a cute name," she said. Vega nodded. "It's a scarf, an' I'm usin' an ability Daia granted me." She focused on an even and careful seam around it, making sure that her stitches were even. Lifting her hand to her head, Vega pulled a single, silver shimmering hair from her head. "I need to put an emotion in this. An' I'm goin' to put hope."
Threading the needle was the trickiest bit and Vega had to try a couple of times. Once it was threaded, though, she started to sew. A small stitch, held close to each other and she made sure to keep the tension in her stitches. "He's my friend, an' I don't have a lot of friends. Almost none, in fact." She focused on her work and looking at the way the stitches laid together - it was as important that the fabric didn't pucker. "I'm your friend," Lily said and Vega lifted her head. "No, you're not," she said. Lily looked horrified and tears sprang to her eyes. "Don't you like me?"
Vega sighed. "Oh, by the Immortals, Lily, you don't get it. An' you don't get me." She shook her head. "I don't like you. But I also don't dislike you any more. I used to." Vega shook her head. "Oh, for the sake of Faldrun's farts, Lily, shurrup cryin', will you? Everyone doesn't have to be your friend. I'm your family, an' you're no longer considered a complete waste of skin."
Lily lifted her eyes to Vega, tear-stained cheeks flushed red. "Reese says that you like me."
Vega had a million thoughts, a hundred million feelings and yet, she simply smiled. "It's jus' what I'm like Lily. I like you well enough." Lily started to move and Vega looked at her and raised her hand. "Gerroff me, Lily. I don't hug."