Elian Abrantes
Character
Elian Abrantes stood near the edge of the terrace walkway that overlooked the wide descending slopes of Dee'ja Peak and the glittering blue stretch of Lake far below. The air was warm but carried a steady mountain breeze that moved through the tall grasses and low white stone railings that framed the path. Naboo was almost offensively beautiful today. The sunlight rested gently across the pale architecture and the distant waterfalls shimmered like ribbons of glass against the cliffs. It was the kind of day people wrote poetry about. It was the kind of day meant for peace.
Elian was not in the mood for peace. Apparently he also needed supervision now. He exhaled slowly through his nose and watched a pair of Naboo skiffs glide across the distant lake far below the terrace.
A babysitter., that was what this had become. Someone had decided he could not be trusted to attend therapy alone anymore. Someone had decided he required oversight, observation and encouragement. It was babysitting it was it was.
The word sat poorly in his thoughts.
He tilted his head slightly toward the path leading up from the landing platform where Sibylla was supposed to arrive. She was late. Not unusually late. Not irresponsibly late. Just late enough to be noticed.
"Are you ready to begin?" The therapist said, as she glanced at the datapad.
Elian laughed, much more than necessary. "Without proper supervision. Are you trying to get me killed." Elian voiced win the most mock offensive way.
"No, we have to wait. Because I am a child, a silly child who makes silly choices."
Elian cleared his throat. "Bullchit...."
Since when did anyone ever do what they were supposed to do.
Certainly not Cassian.
Cassian did whatever the situation demanded, whatever the moment required, whatever conscience or stubborn instinct dragged him toward trouble. Duty followed him like weather, not law. Elian had watched him do it his entire life. Protect people he barely knew. Step into fights that were not his. Carry burdens that should never have been his to begin with.
And Sibylla was no better.
Between the two of them they had somehow decided Elian required supervision. He allowed himself a quiet breath that almost became a laugh but did not quite make it that far. Cassian ignored expectations, Sibylla enforced them. Truth was, they were just as reckless as he was. If not more than him.
They had apparently decided what was best for him. Elian looked once more toward the landing path, his expression settling into something calmer, though the irritation had not fully left him.