[Rilan had been hoping to hear more from her about what she learned about political marriages, but it seems that she plans to keep that to herself for now. Or, perhaps, it matters less when they will be navigating their own marriage together.
He watches her pick up her tea cup once more, admiring the shape of her fingers and the way she moves. When asked to tell her more about himself, he falls still for a moment. Reaching up, he runs his hand through his hair, averting his gaze. It's not that he minds talking about himself, but talking about himself means also talking about his family.]
I'm the youngest of three. My parents are considered celebrated heroes on our world, for what they've done for Barrith. [For the worlds they have been instrumental in conquering and exploiting.] My older siblings and I have had a typical Barrithian education, one that matches both galaxy standards and Barrithian. We attended...additional classes that our parents said would serve us later in life when we began working with them.
Military tactics. Infiltration and undercover work. We read the journals of commanders who led successful missions on other planets, and studied the places they took over and the organizations they gained access through.
[His smile is humorless and uncomfortable.]
My teachers determined that my particular aptitude was for what essentially amounted to anthropological studies. If I hadn't refused, I would have eventually become an advisor to a military leader, someone like my parents, and followed them from planet to planet. Absorbing what I learned from the places we targeted, reviewing their plans or deep cover identities to spot weaknesses or discrepancies, things that would stand out among the local population, and act as support staff in whatever capacity was deemed necessary.
[He picks up his tea once more, and takes a sip after talking so much.]
My interest in other worlds and cultures is genuine, at least, even if my people would have preferred I use it in service of their greater good.
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Date: 2020-06-12 02:27 am (UTC)He watches her pick up her tea cup once more, admiring the shape of her fingers and the way she moves. When asked to tell her more about himself, he falls still for a moment. Reaching up, he runs his hand through his hair, averting his gaze. It's not that he minds talking about himself, but talking about himself means also talking about his family.]
I'm the youngest of three. My parents are considered celebrated heroes on our world, for what they've done for Barrith. [For the worlds they have been instrumental in conquering and exploiting.] My older siblings and I have had a typical Barrithian education, one that matches both galaxy standards and Barrithian. We attended...additional classes that our parents said would serve us later in life when we began working with them.
Military tactics. Infiltration and undercover work. We read the journals of commanders who led successful missions on other planets, and studied the places they took over and the organizations they gained access through.
[His smile is humorless and uncomfortable.]
My teachers determined that my particular aptitude was for what essentially amounted to anthropological studies. If I hadn't refused, I would have eventually become an advisor to a military leader, someone like my parents, and followed them from planet to planet. Absorbing what I learned from the places we targeted, reviewing their plans or deep cover identities to spot weaknesses or discrepancies, things that would stand out among the local population, and act as support staff in whatever capacity was deemed necessary.
[He picks up his tea once more, and takes a sip after talking so much.]
My interest in other worlds and cultures is genuine, at least, even if my people would have preferred I use it in service of their greater good.