Private Winds of Change

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell

Makai leaned back against the counter, listening in. So no dating for now, at least that's her feeling for the moment. He could certainly sympathize with her feelings. Teenagers tended to be fickle though, so why it may be her feelings now the wind could blow in a different direction in a weeks time.

"Speaking of talking....we've decided that it may be good for you to talk to someone outside of the family and friends. A professional. Someone to vent to about anything - even us. Someone who wouldn't share what you said but could give you advice and insights onto anything in your life."

Judging from her changing facial expression, things weren't going well.

"Especially with what happened with your mother and how brave you were to leave Taris and find us. That was impressive - but it also leaves a mark. Look, I had to sign up for therapy when I was older than you. It would have saved me a lot of heartache and repairing to relationships if I had started at your age I think my later teenage years would have been much, much easier. I think Ellie can agree on that front."

He took a deep breath.

"If you have questions I can answer but I've been in your shoes Persie. Don't be quick to shut the idea down."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Makai Dashiell

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"No, travel seems like a good idea. I've never got to experience much in the galaxy. So seeing different things is a good idea, I'm open to exploring. There's a lot I want to see."

Persephone had a mental list. Some educational. Some merely for fun. Maybe some could be approved by Myra and Makai to visit. She was certain, given these new rules, that they would want some oversight. Hands curled around her trendy caf mug, wondering what project herself and Myra could work on together. Something easy.

"Maybe we can organize some stuff in my closet. You can just there with the baby but provide insight and maybe tell me where to put things or if it should just be donated. Editing the closet to my style and all that."

Yet of course there was one more thing up their sleeve. Look darkened, immediately starting to shut down. So far their suggestions had been relatively tame, especially when her friends had similar rules. Had told her similar tales. She expected these kind of things to be eventually handed down to her ; especially after some mishaps while out exploring.

"No." Persephone shook her head. "I ain't goin' to do it." Old speech pattern tended to slip out when she was stressed. "Ain't a point in it. Can't make me either."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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Myra stayed quiet as Makai spoke, her supportive nods filling the spaces where Persie's sharp rebuttals landed. She knew how tricky these conversations could be, especially when Persie's walls came up so quickly. Myra's gaze stayed soft, her caf untouched as she listened.

The shift in the teenager's voice, the way her accent slipped out, hit Myra like a memory -- old echoes of who the girl had been before they'd found her. She let a moment pass, long enough for the tension to settle, before speaking.

"Okay," she said simply, her voice even and calm. "You're right. No one can make you do anything, Persie." She leaned forward, resting her arms on the counter, her tone gentle but probing. "But can I ask why you're so against it?"