Thread happening after the Senate assembly. Open to representatives of the NR, FWA, ISC or anyone rich enough to watch an opera
She was accompanied by her protocol droid, Dongwa, and by heir aide Tristodd. Usually she would never bring the boy to an event like this, but he was acting so weird since the Senate’s assembly. At first she thought he was remorseful for making her embarrassed. However, hours after it Tristodd was still acting erratically, barely talking, not paying attention and being clumsy. The young man could be many things, from an idealist fool to an irritatingly cheerful boy, but he was never quiet. Sibyl knew very well how talkative her aide could be, with it being one of the many things that she hates in him.
Fearing that something bad was happening with him, the Senator decided to bring Tristodd for the opera, this way she could watch him and call a doctor if he started to have a seizure or something worse. Sibyl may sometimes want to get rid of the young Brentaalan, but if something really happened to Tristodd while he was with her, his parents would destroy her career. She just hoped that he wouldn't cause any embarrassment there with his newfound lack of attention. At least he was well dressed for the occasion, with a blue jacquard tailcoat with silver embroidery.
While they entered the Opera House, Sibyl started to explain the ballet that they were going to watch, in an attempt to make him speak. However, Tristodd wasn't paying attention. His mind was a chaos, being divided between reflecting on the possibility of being a Force user and in thinking about his crush on President Thorne. The one thinking about the crush is winning so far. It was his first crush and he feels so stupid! Tristodd never had time to think about relationships that weren’t related to politics, romances are a new concept for him. He didn't even have real friends, most of his acquaintances were old classmates or sycophants from other noble houses. Since he was little he only did one thing in his life: study to be the best politician that House Brentioch has ever had, this way making his parents proud.
After all, the Brentaalan nobility held efficiency and personal skill as great values. Because of this, his parents were always so strict with him and his brother Reegian. Tristodd remembers that when he was a child and wanted a break from his studies after hours doing it, they would tell that members of House Brentioch were studious and not lazy, only losers were lazy. His fear of disappointing them would renew his strength to study. The Brentaalan man also remembers how sometimes he would wake up at night after a nightmare where he was being expelled from home with nothing but his clothes while his parents and his brother were screaming at him for being a great failure. This is why he sacrificed his childhood and adolescence to study, he feared disappointing his parents.
Regarding his apparent ability with the Force, when he was alone in his room, Tristodd tried to make his exercise balls fly to his hand again, but they barely moved. Perhaps he should ask someone to teach him, but who? The young man was afraid of what would happen if everyone discovered that he can use the Force. In fact he was more scared of what would happen if his family found out. Just thinking about it made him feel an anxiety attack coming. The man touched his pocket, feeling his exercise balls there. Tristodd knew that Senator Lassiter hated when he used it in public, but he really needed it to stay calm. Talking with Reegian also used to help, but he seemed to be becoming more like their father everyday. They used to be best friends before their father sent Tristodd to study in Chandrila.
“Tristodd, are you paying attention?” Sibyl turned to her aide after giving a big speech about the story behind the Squid Lake. He nodded to her , but she could see by his stupid face and vague eyes that he didn't heard anything. Sibyl sighed, controlling herself to not slap him. “Come. I want to talk with some friends before the presentation.” she walked through the corridors of the opera, with Tristodd following her while thinking what he should do with his life. He wouldn't admit it, but a part of him hoped that President Thorne would be there.