Pari and Feofil have an honest conversation as adults.
Current State of Affairs
Parisa, a decade later from IRL:
- reserved and reticent
- less of a firecracker and more of a simmering pot
- infrequently communicates with Sparrow, Kyros and her parents, but maintains a line of contact with Mirza and Vic (who she feels a strong kinship with after they were both betrayed by Kyros)
- Rarely communicates with Lucifer or Fizara directly
- has not maintained close relationships with her peers (who stepped away from her family after the Great Tyrneamitore Kirken Exile)
- Continues to work as a diplomat but has more of a desk-based role
- has not attended or thrown any events since being reinstated despite receiving invitations/requests
- is now lying low in Altair while her ex-fiance continues kicking up a stink
- her brainwashing ability is known to the PK and her relatives/people in the palace as well as a few important actors outside of altair (other world leaders). Most people who know have stock in keeping it on the DL
- has survived (2) assassination attempts (that pissed her off)
Feofil, a decade later from IRL:
- aloof but not actually aloof. not as much of a doormat anymore, visibly
- communicates with vera all the time, mom frequently, dad infrequently
- sparrow, mirza and feo frequently text/call; maintains contact with vic and kyros
- vera occasionally swings by altair with illy
- lowkey keeping track of altirian going-ons for atherdalian crown
- krill and feo have a mentor/mentee relationship. he reached out to her to ask for help in controlling his powers. feo opens up to krill about the time vortex and she reciprocates. they're very close.
The world outside was blindingly white. Pari had tried looking out at it from the third floor windows, but it was just too sunny. She drew the curtains and headed downstairs instead.
It was starting to get cold. The perks of having a home as ancient as dirt was that they didn't have all these modern-day advantages, like thermostats, so they'd had to build sturdy. Unfortunately, sturdy didn't mean the house would stave off the winter chill for long. Pari exhaled, scowled as she sighted her breath, and headed downstairs.
Feo was already awake. She could hear him rifling around in the kitchen, and someone had started a fire. She hoped that had been Feo. If not, they might have to call Vera out again - though a demon that lit fireplaces on cold mornings wasn't one she particularly cared to banish. Pari moved for the kitchen, then paused and turned around. She headed to the couch instead, taking a seat upon one of the plush cushions and drawing her knees to her chest.
"Morning," Feo called, having heard her shuffling. "D'you want me to grab you something?"
"Coffee," she said. "Please."
He emerged some minutes later, a frayed and faded blue sweater clinging to his form. He held a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a half-eaten shortbread cookie in the other, and offered her the former.
She took it with a wrinkle of her nose. "I can't believe you're one of the richest people in this country and you go around wearing that."
"Not yet I'm not," he countered. "So I can still wear what I want."
"Please, I'll buy you something new. That sweater might be older than you are, gramps."
He fixed her with his gaze and the look in his icy blue eyes said: don't call me that.
She took a sip of her coffee, peering back at him steadily. "We're snowed in, did you see?"