[Rilan's family is not the ruling family, but they are the planet's heroes, conquerors extraordinaire. His mother, father, and two older brothers have performed heroic acts on behalf of their people, and have proven instrumental to the successful infiltration and acquisition of three planets through their joint efforts. They are fierce and proud, and exemplify all that it means to be Barrithian.
They are terrifying.
Rilen is family, and for that reason he has less to fear from them than others, but being bound by blood makes it impossible for him to escape the unpleasantness of the association. Every year that passes is another one that grows more difficult to put them off as they try to urge, coerce, and demand his compliance when he is told to follow in their footsteps. The frustrating and alarmingly intense meetings go no where only through Rilan's stubbornness, and in the last several months they have each in their own way slipped and let their disdain for his very un-Barrithian point of view.
He feels certain that he was the one offered up as the sacrificial lamb to this arranged marriage as a punishment and softening technique. It's an insult to him to make him marry a human, that which they consider a lower life-form. It's his mother's belief that after a year of marriage, he'll beg to return to Barrith under any terms. He has shown absolutely no emotion as the arrangements were made, keeping a cool exterior to give them all the impression that he is unhappy with his fate. They would surely choose someone else if they learned that not only does he not share the same opinion of humankind that the rest of his planet does, but that he considers this marriage an escape from the world and people he has never truly fit in with.
He has no doubts that his bride-to-be may have some misgivings about him. He hasn't been particularly conversational during their short interactions from afar, mainly to continue hiding his true feelings during communications that were surely being monitored by his people. But now, standing on Pollox V's soil, dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of deep blue slacks that mirror the faint blue tones of his hair, he cannot help but look forward to meeting the woman he'll marry.
Marriage has never been something he considered for himself, not with how much his own views and personality would clash with any of the women of his planet, and so he goes into this meeting both optimistic and a bit at a loss for how it will work out for them both. It's his intention, at least, to not give her any reason to have regrets about the alliance they will symbolize.
His eyes scan for Sola as he is escorted out onto the terrace, and when his gaze settles on her form, his heart skips a beat. She's beautiful, yes, but there's something incredible and surreal about this first meeting. Quietly, he crosses the distance to stand at the terrace's edge with her, a few feet away.]
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They are terrifying.
Rilen is family, and for that reason he has less to fear from them than others, but being bound by blood makes it impossible for him to escape the unpleasantness of the association. Every year that passes is another one that grows more difficult to put them off as they try to urge, coerce, and demand his compliance when he is told to follow in their footsteps. The frustrating and alarmingly intense meetings go no where only through Rilan's stubbornness, and in the last several months they have each in their own way slipped and let their disdain for his very un-Barrithian point of view.
He feels certain that he was the one offered up as the sacrificial lamb to this arranged marriage as a punishment and softening technique. It's an insult to him to make him marry a human, that which they consider a lower life-form. It's his mother's belief that after a year of marriage, he'll beg to return to Barrith under any terms. He has shown absolutely no emotion as the arrangements were made, keeping a cool exterior to give them all the impression that he is unhappy with his fate. They would surely choose someone else if they learned that not only does he not share the same opinion of humankind that the rest of his planet does, but that he considers this marriage an escape from the world and people he has never truly fit in with.
He has no doubts that his bride-to-be may have some misgivings about him. He hasn't been particularly conversational during their short interactions from afar, mainly to continue hiding his true feelings during communications that were surely being monitored by his people. But now, standing on Pollox V's soil, dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of deep blue slacks that mirror the faint blue tones of his hair, he cannot help but look forward to meeting the woman he'll marry.
Marriage has never been something he considered for himself, not with how much his own views and personality would clash with any of the women of his planet, and so he goes into this meeting both optimistic and a bit at a loss for how it will work out for them both. It's his intention, at least, to not give her any reason to have regrets about the alliance they will symbolize.
His eyes scan for Sola as he is escorted out onto the terrace, and when his gaze settles on her form, his heart skips a beat. She's beautiful, yes, but there's something incredible and surreal about this first meeting. Quietly, he crosses the distance to stand at the terrace's edge with her, a few feet away.]
The view is stunning.