The Prodigal Princeling
Jun 8, 2019 19:36:08 GMT -5
Post by Merc on Jun 8, 2019 19:36:08 GMT -5
Darya was going to make a great queen one day. Of that the bounty hunter was sure. She had her head on straight, she wasn't arrogant or grasping like so many monarchs that he'd met before were. She was young still, and had lots of room to grow. The fact that she understood that brought an odd sense of comfort to the alien. Most women couldn't admit when they were wrong, because that would mean that they were wrong. He hadn't met many human women who could even look at themselves without thinking they were perfect. But Darya was different. She wasn't exactly human, but she did have the same genetic makeup, more or less. Atlantis was going to be in good hands. There was no question in his mind at all.
"I mean, we feel things. We're not devoid of emotion or anything like that. My people just...curb it," he said, unsure of how to explain fully. Humans were a race of people who did almost everything that they did due to some emotion. They hate things, and each other, because of fear. They marry and copulate because of love. They break things and hurt others because of anger. They sang and danced because of happiness. Merc's people just didn't have the wide range of emotion that humans did. "We're a simple people. We do have renegades, of course. People who think that emotions are the only way to live, that are ruled by their emotions. I'm honestly on the fence about it," he continued. "But to be fair, I've seen many worlds that most of my people would never see and met with types of people most of them never will."
He nodded when she thanked him for the warning about the winds at this altitude, and when she said she saw what he meant by it. It was something for sure. At the door, he listened to Darya talking about the documents and the woman. "Hekabe," he repeated, making sure he had the pronunciation correct. Wouldn't do to upset the woman by saying her name wrong. He pulled a long piece of metal from his belt and placed it against his pointer finger. The door was locked, so he put his finger to the keyhole and used his shapeshifting as a lockpick. Moments later the door was open. He grimaced and grunted when his finger returned to it's taken shape. It was a painful thing for his race to do. That's why they tended to stay in the shape that they chose.
"I mean, we feel things. We're not devoid of emotion or anything like that. My people just...curb it," he said, unsure of how to explain fully. Humans were a race of people who did almost everything that they did due to some emotion. They hate things, and each other, because of fear. They marry and copulate because of love. They break things and hurt others because of anger. They sang and danced because of happiness. Merc's people just didn't have the wide range of emotion that humans did. "We're a simple people. We do have renegades, of course. People who think that emotions are the only way to live, that are ruled by their emotions. I'm honestly on the fence about it," he continued. "But to be fair, I've seen many worlds that most of my people would never see and met with types of people most of them never will."
He nodded when she thanked him for the warning about the winds at this altitude, and when she said she saw what he meant by it. It was something for sure. At the door, he listened to Darya talking about the documents and the woman. "Hekabe," he repeated, making sure he had the pronunciation correct. Wouldn't do to upset the woman by saying her name wrong. He pulled a long piece of metal from his belt and placed it against his pointer finger. The door was locked, so he put his finger to the keyhole and used his shapeshifting as a lockpick. Moments later the door was open. He grimaced and grunted when his finger returned to it's taken shape. It was a painful thing for his race to do. That's why they tended to stay in the shape that they chose.