[center][h1]SOLVEIG WISTROM[/h1]
[h3]Wraith[/h3][/center]
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It was late when Solveig’s drink and food arrived. An expensive looking glass that was icy to the touch. In the gloom of the space, she smiled slightly. They knew to freeze their vodka - it could be a sign of a decent enough drink. There was a single, large cube of ice in the center that frosted the sides of the glass. It went down well in a single mouthful. 

The woman didn’t make a habit of drinking to the point of inebriation, but she could appreciate a good spirit, it took a lot to give her a buzz. Something about her size for one thing, and her Viking blood as her father would say - nordic ancestors from a long, long, long time ago. 

The food was a delightfully small offering - a pastry that seemed to be filled with various spiced vegetables, potato, and cheese. It was just enough to take away hunger's clawing edge. Something else in her also quietened with the addition of spirit to the soul. 

The curtains were pulled shut, and the door was locked. She had showered, dressed into something comfortable, and sat cross legged on the bed, glancing at her omni-tool and the flickering of notifications. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to keep the night out of her room, more that she wanted to keep whatever was in those messages, a firm secret.

Her fingers twitched nervously as she opened the first.

[right][i]From: Wistrom, Dr. Lars
Subject: Dearest

My dearest Sol,

I cannot express enough in words how sorry I was to hear of your mother’s passing.

I hadn’t spoken to her in many years since our separation. I have to admit, I feel a sadness within me anyway, afterall, we were married for 20 years. I know that you must feel so conflicted. 

Call me when you are able, 

All of my love, my busunge
Papa[/i][/right]

Solveig felt her chest tighten, and she bit down on her lip, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping both arms around them until she was a ball atop the bed. 


[right][i]From: Wistrom, Dr. Lars
Subject: RE: Dearest

My Sol,

Are you alright? I heard you went to see Agnes, I hope it brought you some closure. 

Where are you?

All of my love to where you are, over the oceans that separate us.

Call me soon.

Papa[/i][/right]

A noise in the corridor startled her, and for a good ten minutes, she got up and simply paced the room silently, a knot forming in her stomach as her notifications continued to flash on screen. Eventually, she made her way back to bed, climbing under the covers this time, drawing them up to conceal half of her face - her bright blue-grey eyes illuminated by the light of the screen.

[right][i]From: Wistrom, Dr. Lars
Subject: RE: RE: Dearest

Sol,

Please, call me. I worry, I sense your spirit even now, as dark as things are my busunge, things will be alright. 

I looked up at the stars today and was thankful to Agnes, she gave me you.

I need to hear from you, I am worried.

Papa[/i][/right]

Solveig balled a fist up under the covers and closed her eyes tightly. 

[right][i]From: Wistrom, Dr. Lars
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Dearest

My daughter, 

Perhaps you are happy? Are you finding yourself free from the constraints of her ambitions? I miss you, I still wish to hear from you and to see you soon. It has been too long.

I meditated today, and as I walked through the gardens I reflected on my life - we do not live long enough, there is so much for us to achieve when we are in balance and alignment. I know that you will find your way again.

I love you, all the way to the edge of the universe.

Papa[/i][/right]

A tear rolled down her cheek, and still, she hesitated to reply. She could feel her father’s presence with her, and it was enough. She just… Didn’t have the words for him right now. She felt pangs of shame, panic, and anxiety and so she closed the messages. In Svalbard, she wouldn’t be too far from him… Perhaps?

She needed something to take her mind off it, and so she reached for the tv console. There had to be some noise to drown out the emotional stirring.

[b]Godzilla vs. Gethzilla X: REDUX[/b]. [i]Perfect.[/i]

Not long into the movie, she fell asleep - the flashing lights of the ridiculous action were like a broken neon sign on her window from the outside.