Her eyes remained on her diary as he flipped through it. Honestly, she'd never let anyone else even hold it, let alone open it. Inside she spoke of everything. Inside she talked about everything from her first kiss to her first love. Even if it wasn't really that embarrassing, she felt a little protective.
"My family?"
Now they were just going to talk? She supposed it could be worse.
"Well... Mom was always a little high strung. Never really got out much as a kid. She worried about us a lot, always seemed to think something awful was going to happen if she let us go anywhere. But even so, she was always really busy. I didn't see much of her after I turned five. She got a promotion, had to stay in her office late."
It felt so weird talking to a Sith about something she had felt was even too personal to talk to Owain about. She sunk to the floor, getting comfortable. This was a long story.
"Dad was around a lot though. We all lived on Imerria while mom was working. Me, dad, my sister Celeste and Uncle Barnabus. Dad and Uncle B took care of us. Sometimes Dad went away too though, then it was just Uncle B to watch us really. Uncle B isn;t really my uncle, you know. He's an old friend of Dad's, but he's taught us a lot. He taught me how to hold a knife- that saved my life during the invasion of Naboo, you know? He used to be a soldier for the Sith army, I think, so he knows a lot. He's always full of useful knowledge.
Dad gave me my first lightsaber- oh, but I left it behind on Ession..."
She made a face, fiddling with the fabric of the thick black robe. Dads lightsaber. She hadn't used it for very long. He'd be so disappointed that she didn;t have it on her when she was taken. He always told her to keep a weapon on her anywhere she went. She should have known better.
"My sister is something special. If you think I have talent, you should see her. She'd twelve now, but ever since she was four years old, she'd beaten me at just about everything. She's so smart and really force talented. While I was struggling just to handle my visions, she was mastering techniques I never even knew about. She's even prettier than me. She can be such a little brat about it too. This one time she-
She smiled, but she knew her emotions were giving her away again. She was jealous of her baby sister, always was. She was the perfect daughter and Felicity only looked worse by comparison. It was horribly frustrating...
"Then theres my Uncle Zaiden. He's my moms brother. He kinda watches over us when dads away. Protects mom a lot. You know how it is. Mom gets targeted a lot. People don't like some of her policies. Rich people, you know? She does a lot for the average citizen, protects the working class. People try to bribe her to support certain laws, and when she refuses, they get mad. In her first year in office, three people tried to kill her, did you know that? Uncle Z's kept his eye out for her forever. He used to bring me dolls when he came to visit, now he brings me the latest tech. He hasn't been around much though. I really miss him...
Oh, and Graxin. You met him. He's my big brother, and if he ever finds you, you can bet he'll try to kill you."
She shrugged, bringing her gaze back up to the Sith leaning on the table. No. Not 'Sith'. He had a name. [member="Asterion"], was his name.
"So... yeah. I dunno. Saying it all out loud, I guess it wasn't perfect. My childhood, I mean. But I don't think it was that bad, right?"
Don't ask about Owain, she silently begged, Don't ask about Owain...
