Ismene Leone
Character
Bothawu was not where Ismene particularly wanted to be.
Today was supposed to be a day off - if such a thing existed; she had heard of the mythical being but never actually seen it - yet she had been woken early and summoned to a meeting with her parents. Lissa and Jareth Leone were supposed to be meeting with individuals from the Confederacy prior to expanding their operations to the planet. She had been hoping to have a few days without meeting with some grimy businessmen - perhaps fencing, or refreshing her musical abilities; she had neglected them since leaving the academy. Instead she was here.
We're going to have to send you instead, Ismene. Something has come up that your father and I need to attend to elsewhere. We trust you will get the same excellent results we have come to expect from you.
That was it. No apology. No thanks. Occasionally, such as on the long flight to Bothawu, Ismene wondered how long it would take before she got tired to living up to their expectations. Then her training would kick in and she would discipline herself, marshall such unworthy thoughts out of her mind. They were distractions she could ill afford, particularly when meeting - she shuddered - diplomats. All her parents had confirmed was that they were attempting to wine and dine the Confederacy to ensure a smooth expansion, and where wining and dining were, diplomats were sure to follow.
The building she had eventually arrived at was cold and sterile, and she had been ushered into what appeared to be a waiting room. Ill at ease, since she was usually the one making others do the waiting, Ismene simply decided to wait, standing as close to attention as she felt appropriate, mind kept on a tight leash to keep it from wandering.
Today was supposed to be a day off - if such a thing existed; she had heard of the mythical being but never actually seen it - yet she had been woken early and summoned to a meeting with her parents. Lissa and Jareth Leone were supposed to be meeting with individuals from the Confederacy prior to expanding their operations to the planet. She had been hoping to have a few days without meeting with some grimy businessmen - perhaps fencing, or refreshing her musical abilities; she had neglected them since leaving the academy. Instead she was here.
We're going to have to send you instead, Ismene. Something has come up that your father and I need to attend to elsewhere. We trust you will get the same excellent results we have come to expect from you.
That was it. No apology. No thanks. Occasionally, such as on the long flight to Bothawu, Ismene wondered how long it would take before she got tired to living up to their expectations. Then her training would kick in and she would discipline herself, marshall such unworthy thoughts out of her mind. They were distractions she could ill afford, particularly when meeting - she shuddered - diplomats. All her parents had confirmed was that they were attempting to wine and dine the Confederacy to ensure a smooth expansion, and where wining and dining were, diplomats were sure to follow.
The building she had eventually arrived at was cold and sterile, and she had been ushered into what appeared to be a waiting room. Ill at ease, since she was usually the one making others do the waiting, Ismene simply decided to wait, standing as close to attention as she felt appropriate, mind kept on a tight leash to keep it from wandering.