Scenario:Eugen and Carren - Family Matters

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Family Matters

Feeling a mite bored, she began to pester him with questions about his daughter Apollonia. Not quite willing to go into detail, Eugen tried to ask Carren how she was getting along with her parents. But it was no use. Carren wouldn’t be satisfied until she knew how things were going with him and his daughter. But Carren took Eugen’s advice to heart. She’d try to meet her parents halfway. But things weren’t quite hunky-dory with Eugen and his daughter, either. He grimaced as his own advice rang hard in his ears.

It had been some time since Carren had taken advantage of her uncle Eugen’s kindness to barge her way onto the Grandcypher.
Eugen was sure Carren would give up sooner or later. If he could just stall for a bit longer...
She was definitely persistent. Eugen wasn’t quite able to hide what he was feeling.
Eugen: Hey, I’m pretty shocked to be one myself... started out transporting freight and ended up here.
Carren: Hehe! Why didn’t you tell me where we’re going? I would’ve picked up a little more work!
Carren: Yeah... there’s just not much to do, you know? C’mon. Not a cloud in the sky? No monsters? Boring.
Eugen: Hey, now... don’t go getting too relaxed. You don’t always get a warning...
Carren: Yeesh, I got it. Nothing’s gonna catch me off guard!
The Grandcypher sailed peacefully, still a ways from its destination.
The two stood on the deck, sharing the silence and the view of an endless blue sky.
Carren remembered something that she just had to share.
Carren: ... actually. How’s Apollonia doing?
Eugen: Hm? ... you mean Polly?
Carren: Yeah, Polly. You know? Your kid? Not that I know much about her.
Eugen: Wait... how the hell d’you know about Apollonia? You sure as hell didn’t hear it from me...
Carren: I dunno... something about your face made reminded me...
Carren: I mean, I met you when I was a kid, right?
Carren: And I’m pretty sure I saw a Polly... Can’t remember if it was a person or a picture, though.
Eugen: Oh? I met you, eh? ... that had to be 10, maybe 15 years ago. Went back to see the family and all...
Eugen: Wait a second?! You weren’t more than a baby back then! What were you? One? Two? That’s some memory you got there!
Carren: Hah! I knew it! So how’s she doing? Good?
Eugen: Er... well... probably, I guess...
Eugen: Hmm... what about you? Are you keeping in touch with your folks? You must’ve written ‘em a few times by now?
Carren: Nah, not really. Why would I? They’re just gonna tell me to bring my butt back home.
Eugen: Yeah... they were always pretty worried about you. And if they hear you’re here with me...
Carren: Hmph! They worry way too much! They nag and nag and nag! It really ticks me off!
Carren: Hehe! I’m glad you’re a Skyfarer! No way you’d chew me out unless it was something really big.
Carren: So, uh... is Polly a Skyfarer, too? Or is she doing something else?
Eugen: Er... well, hm... I wonder...
Carren: She’s probably out there living free and easy. Must be nice to have cool parents.
Eugen: Hm... y-yeah...
Carren: What? What’s with the face?
Eugen: Nothing... I got something in my eye, is all...
Carren: Like, even if I told my parents I was the best Skyfarer ever, they’d just be like, “Sure, wait ‘til you get into some REAL trouble... ”
Carren: So, Eugen... how do I get them to come around?
Eugen: Haha. Don’t ask me. I ain’t your dad, kid.
Carren: Hrm...
Eugen: To be honest, I kind of get how they feel.
Eugen: It’s one of those things, eh? They live their whole live on the ground, and their daughter’s running off doing who knows what. They’re worried, I bet.
Carren: I guess you could say that... but it’s not like they don’t know anything, right? I mean, aren’t you a pretty good Skyfarer?
Eugen: Haha! How about that. So you wanna make it as a Skyfarer and your parents should just accept it, right?
Eugen: Well how’re they going to do that if you never actually reach out to them?
Carren: Hm... you have a point...
Eugen: Right? You keep that connection open and you’ll both reach some kind of understanding. One day, at least.
Eugen: (I’m one to talk... )
Carren: Hrm. Keep it open, huh...
Carren: ...I got it! I’ll just go ahead and write ‘em back!
Eugen: y-yeah...
Carren: Wha? You’re making that face. Is it your eye again?
Eugen: ... nah. It’s nothing. Just a little headache, is all...
Eugen’s life had been one spent running away. Carren had no idea how much pain it caused him.
The old soldier and the girl would continue to travel together, but they trouble they carried with them would still be their to rear its ugly head.