Roalis 3, 2717
PPalis’ heterochromic eyes drifted back to the woman before him, a pleasantly stupid smile lingering on his softly pink lips. He had had a few interactions with Ourun, and she had proved not quite to have a temper, but to be very passionate with, in Palis’ opinion, little factual basis. He had spoken to her not but a few months before, and he had voiced his disapproval of her hypocritical actions. The woman was well-known as a fighter for the rights of humans, wicks, and passives, which he supposed was acceptable. Yet, as she presented her prized epitome’s of human perseverance, wick comradery, and passive determination, she ignored the very wick, Silas Hawke, whose muddling, opium-lined hands were pulling strings in every clocking corner of the Anaxi government. Sure, it was fine for the woman to fight for the rights of the quieted races- Palis had a had a particular human and passive whom he would give his very life for- but to do so while ignoring a murderous criminal who was corrupting the honest well-being of the government was unacceptable. The Incumbent had not enjoyed hearing this from a child, but it had won Palis a spot beside Siordanti, who both provoked and witnessed the whole ordeal.
He sipped his wine, this time a true drink, as Drezda steered the subject away from politics and onto education and future. It was a common subject for Palis to be lectured on, especially among the elderly Incumbent’s who, rather than viewing him seriously, viewed him more as a grandson of theirs rather than a future competitor for their long-lived political positions. It was at first an annoyance; he was annoyed by the fact that he was never viewed as more than a boy. The annoyance, however, evolved into a realization of a true gift; the trust of the elderly galdori proved to make them easy for Palis to infiltrate and manipulate. Yet, he knew that the canned response he had practiced for every common question was not what Drezda wanted. She wasn’t some old incumbent for him to manipulate.
“I’m continuing more intensive studies of politics once I return to school at the end of Roalis,” he began easily, his map of the next few years surprisingly concise compared to many of his peers’. “I”ll be returning to work with Siordanti next Roalis, then, upon graduation, continuing to work with him further. After anchoring more of a foundation for myself in this world of politics, I’d like to branch off on my own, be it another year or two, furthering my education whilst working independently. The full-time interning life will be too much a haphazard time of life, career, and housing adjustments to also continue education during the first year after graduation, at least.”
“I’d like to continue studying politics, history, and Perceptive conversation when I return to school, be it at Brunnhold or elsewhere,” he added thoughtfully. The map of his future, at least the detailed part, ended there with the beginning of his post-graduate education. There were long-term goals, of course- he wanted to start a family and be a better father than his own, wanted to live in a sweet and conversational Viendan house and hire his father’s human and passive servants to give them his own hand of better treatment- but the vagueness and private hopefulness of those goals seemed too personal for Palis to share. To share such romantic dreams and have them thoroughly ridiculed would hurt him more than he supposed it should.
His hand rose to his jawline in thoughtful recollection as he tried to politely turn the conversation and inquisition back towards her. “You returned to Frecksat after graduation, yes? Were you continuing your studies, or working? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. It interests me how we climb off the carriage of education and forge our own paths here.”
He sipped his wine, this time a true drink, as Drezda steered the subject away from politics and onto education and future. It was a common subject for Palis to be lectured on, especially among the elderly Incumbent’s who, rather than viewing him seriously, viewed him more as a grandson of theirs rather than a future competitor for their long-lived political positions. It was at first an annoyance; he was annoyed by the fact that he was never viewed as more than a boy. The annoyance, however, evolved into a realization of a true gift; the trust of the elderly galdori proved to make them easy for Palis to infiltrate and manipulate. Yet, he knew that the canned response he had practiced for every common question was not what Drezda wanted. She wasn’t some old incumbent for him to manipulate.
“I’m continuing more intensive studies of politics once I return to school at the end of Roalis,” he began easily, his map of the next few years surprisingly concise compared to many of his peers’. “I”ll be returning to work with Siordanti next Roalis, then, upon graduation, continuing to work with him further. After anchoring more of a foundation for myself in this world of politics, I’d like to branch off on my own, be it another year or two, furthering my education whilst working independently. The full-time interning life will be too much a haphazard time of life, career, and housing adjustments to also continue education during the first year after graduation, at least.”
“I’d like to continue studying politics, history, and Perceptive conversation when I return to school, be it at Brunnhold or elsewhere,” he added thoughtfully. The map of his future, at least the detailed part, ended there with the beginning of his post-graduate education. There were long-term goals, of course- he wanted to start a family and be a better father than his own, wanted to live in a sweet and conversational Viendan house and hire his father’s human and passive servants to give them his own hand of better treatment- but the vagueness and private hopefulness of those goals seemed too personal for Palis to share. To share such romantic dreams and have them thoroughly ridiculed would hurt him more than he supposed it should.
His hand rose to his jawline in thoughtful recollection as he tried to politely turn the conversation and inquisition back towards her. “You returned to Frecksat after graduation, yes? Were you continuing your studies, or working? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. It interests me how we climb off the carriage of education and forge our own paths here.”
