Private Winds of Change

[Makai Dashiell]

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

"To be fair, we were also left alone at business parties and forced to gossip about those in attendance."

Which had lead to his past time of eating crab cakes and rating an event based on their seafood selection. Something he still did to this day, although the gossiping and made-up stories about fellow attendees was now saved until he was at home. Although the situation was like comparing two fruits, Makai wasn't sure he would let Persephone wander an important event alone, at least not yet.

"I'll remember the eyeroll though so bring back a poundcake and I can feign ignorance as well. Although I don't have the powers to hear an eyeroll, just see them, but I tend to believe my wife so..."

Carefully scooting closer to the caf machine, he attempted to make his morning caf one handed. Not a difficult feat but when tired, it tended to be a little bit of a struggle. At lease Phoebe wasn't at the overly wiggly stage yet where he had to balance a squirming baby.

"So, its been a month. You've thought about what we've mentioned?"

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Hear an eyeroll? Really?

"So you two escaped a farm only to come live on a farm? Or vineyard. Whatever you want to call this place. A rural area."

Persephone looked at both of them as if they were crazy. She didn't understand why anyone would want to come back to a boring rural life when they had grown up that way. She had lived in the city all her life and the vineyard, the compound was certainly not it. Quite used to a bustle of people and constant noise. Here all she heard was the ocean and various wildlife.

"An hour? It takes fifteen minutes to get there by speeder....how about an hour and a half?" Negotiations may not work, but she could try either way. Yet just as her negotiations began, of course Makai had to ask about if she had done her research. Begrudgingly she had - but didn't think in the chaos of life they would remember. "I did...but I want to do it under my own terms. Over the holonet and I pick the person. I don't want to sit in an office starin' across from them."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell

Myra arched a brow, the corners of her mouth twitching as if fighting back a smirk. Escaped a farm only to come live on one -- Persie's knack for dramatic flair was as sharp as ever. She leaned back against the counter, folding her arms, her gaze flicking from the teenager to Makai, who was bravely battling the caf machine one-handed like some sleep-deprived hero.

"Technically," Myra drawled, "we didn't escape anything. We upgraded. This farm comes with better oceanic views and your custom walk in closet thats almost a whole suite in itself."

Phoebe gave a soft sigh against Makai's shoulder, her tiny face scrunched like she was already judging the conversation. Myra reached out, brushing her daughter's downy hair before shifting her attention back to Persie's attempt at negotiation.

"An hour and a half, huh?" Myra tapped her fingers against her arm, considering. "Tell you what...check in after an hour. If all's well, you get your bonus thirty minutes. Think of it like a trial period."

She let that hang there for a moment, arching her brow again, because life was all about compromise, or at least convincing teenagers that it was. But then came the pivot, the casual deflection to the real topic: the research. Myra's expression softened slightly, though she didn't let go of the firm undercurrent in her voice.

"Your terms are fine," she said after a beat. "Holonet, your pick. But the point isn't just picking someone. It's actually talking to them."

Her gaze locked with Persie's, steady and sure, the kind of look that said I see you, even when you're trying to hide.

"Trust me, staring across from someone in an office isn't a requirement. But pretending you don't need anyone to talk to? That's a trap." She shrugged, casual but with weight behind the words. "And you're smarter than that."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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

Fighting the caf machine like his life depended on it - because it really did - Makai finally was starting to figure out this one handed thing. Creamer and sugar added, he sipped his caf while Phoebe sighed against him, content but also seemingly judging the back and forth exchange. He was keeping track of the back-and-forth himself, highly amused at Persie's assessment of their current living situation.

To be fair, the location and styling of the home were a call back to his time spent on the Farm as a child and teenager. However, he also chose such a lifestyle for privacy and relaxation. Something he didn't expect a teenager to understand in this moment. They typically didn't want to retreat from civilization and recharge.

"This is a great place. Plus, look at it this way, Ellie and I are creating tradition. You and Phoebe can moan and groan about escaping a farm only to wind up living on one again in your old age."

Staying out of the village outing conflict, he was just too tired to argue on fifteen minutes or thirty, there was a hint of surprise that Persephone actually put her research in. Maybe she knew they would have hounded her and followed up. Slight progress there. She had been running around on her own for too long.

"Its good you decided on something. When I wake up a bit and you return we can walk through setting it up."