Private Polish and Roughcut

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Naboo - Theed

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic

Ace's brow ticked as Tic shot ahead, trilling like he already had credits on the bet. "Traitor." He muttered under his breath, though the corner of his mouth tugged faintly upward.​

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He followed Sibylla into the skiff, dropping into the seat beside her. The hum of the engines were low and smooth, something he wasn't used to Everything about it screamed luxury. The transparisteel barrier clicked into place, shutting the guards out, and Ace felt the difference immediately. The privacy felt more freeing.​

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The ambassador's question landed heavier than it should have. Fun. His jaw tightened briefly before he forced it loose, leaning back against the seat. His eyes were deep, contemplative, and his freckled features pensive. After a few moments, the ashen haired rebel finally answered.​

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"Fun..." He repeated, voice carrying its usual dry edge. "Don't think I ever really learned the definition. Bonadan didn't leave a lot of room for it. Closest I had was sneaking into the Vergeworks and running the scaffolds with the other kids. If you didn't break your neck, that counted as a good day."​

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His mouth twitched, caught between a smirk and something heavier. "Guess it stuck. Danger, speed, getting out with your skin still on? That's about as close to fun as it gets for me."​

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He glanced sidelong at her, hazel eyes catching the light as the skiff glided out over the water. "So don't be surprised if I enjoy this more than I should."​

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As the skiff cut across the water, Tic trilled happily at Sibylla's side. He shook his head faintly, mouth tugging into something that wasn't quite a smile. Tic was always anxious and shy, but had definitely taken a liking to the ambassador. Ace's chest swelled at seeing the little BD unit step into confidence a little.​

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"Tell me straight." He muttered, glancing sidelong at her - flashing her a faint half-smile. "You actually enjoy all that polished fun you listed back there? Museums, gardens, cafes." His brow ticked, tone light. "Or was that the court-approved answer?"​

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Sibylla Abrantes ​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

Acier Moonbound ​

The skiff surged forward, its nose cutting clean across the lake as spray kissed the air. As fun as this was to be in the skiff, having an open one would be even more entertaining.

But they first had to get to the Overlook Manor to do it. Perhaps find an open water skiff there?

She noted Ace's slight discomfort, and she hoped that the conversation would help him relax. Tic was enjoying himself, of course, and that prompted more than one upward twitch at the corner of Sibylla's mouth in amusement.

Danger, speed, and survival. If there were any methods to get the blood pumping, then those surely would be the way.

So different from the sort of entertainment expected to be enjoyed by a young lady of the Royal Houses.

Again, that slight bit of envy filled her, but Sibylla shook it aside. Ironies of ironies, Ace had found the truth of it anyway. His question lingered in the air: whether she truly enjoyed the museums, gardens, and cafés she had named.

A wry smile twisted over her lips that melted into a light chuckle.

"Oh, I enjoy museums and gardens well enough," she conceded, amusement flickering in her hazel eyes. "But the court would frown most gravely if I confessed that skimming the lake at breakneck speed is far more to my liking."

Regardless, her tone softened as she considered his question more thoughtfully.

"Hmm...There are aspects I do love -- the history, the lore, the myths like the tale of Set and Vere. I was quite the precocious book girl when I was younger. I daresay I still am, though perhaps more tolerably so now. I'd been entirely devoted to my studies, and yes, annoyingly precise."

Her gaze flicked sidelong at him, a sparkle of mirth dancing in her eyes. She'd done it to Cassian Abrantes more often than naught, having been the main target of her proclivities.

"I was very much the sort to correct another's pronunciation without hesitation. Imagine the delight that must have made me at Junior Youth Assemblies."

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Naboo - Theed

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic

Ace's grin came quick at her confession, sharp and satisfied. "Knew it." He muttered. "All that polished court talk, and really you'd rather be tearing across the lake like you stole the thing. You sure you're not from Bonadan?"​

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This felt great. The movement, danger, the lake rushing by - something he could understand. He'd been half-ready to choke on the idea of museums and gardens, things that were completely out of his comfort zone. This though? This was all him. And apparently, it was Sibylla too.​

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He leaned back in his seat, eyes cutting sidelong toward her as delved into history and lore. The corner of his mouth tugged upward again, this time more wry. "Correcting everyone's pronunciation?" He gave a low chuckle, rough at the edges. "Oh man. Bet you were everyone's favorite."​

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For a second, he tried to picture it. Sibylla at those Junior Assemblies, hand shooting up to correct some poor idiot who said something wrong. He almost laughed. She'd been sharp even then, and he could see it clear in her now. Funny how that same edge that probably made her insufferable as a kid was the reason she carried herself so steady in the present.​

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Tic trilled like he agreed, pressing his lens against the transparisteel as the water blurred by. Ace shook his head faintly, his mouth twitching again. Tic was starting to become incredibly biased to their esteemed tour guide.​

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The water rippled bright around them as the skiff surged ahead. Ace's eyes tracked the horizon, the towers of Theed thinning as the lake opened wide, but his words aimed back at her.​

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"So… these myths you love. Set and Vere, right? Never heard of 'em. Feel like educating the ignorant street rat?" He gave a low chuckle, rough and amused. "Promise I won't correct your pronunciation."​

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Sibylla Abrantes ​