Mindfire
Istar
This scene is in really rough form, so if it feels goofy, that's why. It's meant to establish the main character and his friend, to contrast them and the cultures they come from, and also as a partial dig at... well you'll see. The two parties in the case being judged are supposed to seem equally foolish and absurd. If the scene comes off as being too biased toward one or the other, please let me know. Suggestions on how to improve this scene in general, especially the dialogue are enthusiastically requested.
I've altered the fond to make it more reader-friendly, so it looks a lot longer than it really is. Please don't be intimidated. Thanks!
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"So what's this case you're judging?" Reuben said, following Elyas into the courtroom.
"Friend, you wouldn't believe the mess I have to deal with," Elyas said, sinking into his throne with an exhausted expression.
"I have a vivid imagination," Reuben said with a smile.
"You see this couple here?" Elyas said, indicating to the man and woman waiting to be heard. "The wife gave birth to a baby last week-"
"Cute."
"With honey-colored skin."
"Really?" Reuben raised his eyebrow. "Their skin is as dark as yours or mine. How is that possible?"
Elyas pressed a hand to his forehead. "I don't know and I don't care. But here's the ridiculous part. The husband claims the child belongs to an Elyssian lover, despite the fact that they live thirty days journey from the Elyssian border and numerous witnesses agree she never left home for more than two days at a time."
"You must be joking."
Elyas shook his head. "It gets better, friend. Not to be outdone, the wife claims he denies being the child's father so that he can divorce and marry-" Elyas sighed. "An Elyssian mistress, again despite the fact that they live thirty days away from the border and the husband has never left home for more than two days at a time."
Reuben was stunned. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be caught off guard. "What?"
"My thoughts exactly," Elyas said. "If you ask me, these two deserve each other."
"Elyas, why are you even hearing this case?"
"Normally an incident like this is judged by the elders of the families involved. But they referred this case to me because they- what were their words? Ah, yes. They 'have great respect for my position as Akalesh's Chosen, and defer to my immeasurable wisdom in this matter." Elyas rolled his eyes.
Reuben smirked. "Sounds to me like they're mocking you."
"You don't say. They're always sending me gifts like this, either to mock me or keep me too busy to dig up their dirt, or both."
Reuben narrowed his eyes. "You could have them punished for deliberately wasting your time."
Elyas gave him a quick sidelong glance and replied, "We don't do things that way here."
As this conversation had progressed, the husband and wife whose case was to be heard had grown increasingly fidgety. At last the wife said, "Prince Elyas, if your Benevolence would be so kind as to postpone your business with the Mako ambassador-"
"Oh, don't honey-glaze it," her husband interrupted. "It's high time we got back to business. Pronounce her guilty and get it over with."
"Me?" the wife gasped in exaggerated shock.
The husband scowled. "Yes you, adulteress!"
"How dare you. Womanizer!"
"Harlot!"
"Dust licker!"
"Enough!" Reuben growled. "Elyas has more important things to do than babysit petty, bickering idiots!"
"Just who do you think you are?" said the wife, hands indignantly on her hips.
"Mind your own business, foreigner," the husband snapped.
"His name," Elyas said with a smile, "is Reuben Mantawe, son of Seth. King of the Mako."
There was a stiff silence.
"Reuben the Lion-Slayer?" the wife squeaked.
"Reuben the Blood Wolf?" the husband whimpered.
"The same," Reuben said, crossing his arms.
"And as Prince, it is my right to request counsel from whoever I wish," Elyas said.
Reuben could tell his friend was trying desperately not to laugh.
"So, Reuben, what do you think of this case?"
"Elyas, do you really think that either of their accusations holds water?" Reuben said, flashing a smile. His time among the Mako had turned his teeth more wolflike.
"No." Elyas said flatly.
"Then throw them out."
"But this woman-"
"Shut up," said Reuben. A nearby shadow sprang to life and donned the form of gigantic black wolf. It snarled and snapped at the couple until Reuben placed his hand on its head and began to pet it. The wolf's mood softened slightly, but it regarded the couple with critical eyes. Eyes that glowed ember red, a match for Reuben's own.
At the sight of the wolf, the couple seemed to have forgotten their quarrel entirely, and were clinging to each other for dear life.
"Elyas is too polite to say what you need to hear," Reuben said, "so I will. The two of you are stuck with each other. Deal with it, or I will find you. The child is yours. Both of yours. Care for him, love him, cherish him, or I will find you. And never waste Elyas's time like this again or, believe me, I will find you. Is that clear?"
The couple nodded meekly.
"And on that note," Elyas said, "case dismissed."
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"So what's this case you're judging?" Reuben said, following Elyas into the courtroom.
"Friend, you wouldn't believe the mess I have to deal with," Elyas said, sinking into his throne with an exhausted expression.
"I have a vivid imagination," Reuben said with a smile.
"You see this couple here?" Elyas said, indicating to the man and woman waiting to be heard. "The wife gave birth to a baby last week-"
"Cute."
"With honey-colored skin."
"Really?" Reuben raised his eyebrow. "Their skin is as dark as yours or mine. How is that possible?"
Elyas pressed a hand to his forehead. "I don't know and I don't care. But here's the ridiculous part. The husband claims the child belongs to an Elyssian lover, despite the fact that they live thirty days journey from the Elyssian border and numerous witnesses agree she never left home for more than two days at a time."
"You must be joking."
Elyas shook his head. "It gets better, friend. Not to be outdone, the wife claims he denies being the child's father so that he can divorce and marry-" Elyas sighed. "An Elyssian mistress, again despite the fact that they live thirty days away from the border and the husband has never left home for more than two days at a time."
Reuben was stunned. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be caught off guard. "What?"
"My thoughts exactly," Elyas said. "If you ask me, these two deserve each other."
"Elyas, why are you even hearing this case?"
"Normally an incident like this is judged by the elders of the families involved. But they referred this case to me because they- what were their words? Ah, yes. They 'have great respect for my position as Akalesh's Chosen, and defer to my immeasurable wisdom in this matter." Elyas rolled his eyes.
Reuben smirked. "Sounds to me like they're mocking you."
"You don't say. They're always sending me gifts like this, either to mock me or keep me too busy to dig up their dirt, or both."
Reuben narrowed his eyes. "You could have them punished for deliberately wasting your time."
Elyas gave him a quick sidelong glance and replied, "We don't do things that way here."
As this conversation had progressed, the husband and wife whose case was to be heard had grown increasingly fidgety. At last the wife said, "Prince Elyas, if your Benevolence would be so kind as to postpone your business with the Mako ambassador-"
"Oh, don't honey-glaze it," her husband interrupted. "It's high time we got back to business. Pronounce her guilty and get it over with."
"Me?" the wife gasped in exaggerated shock.
The husband scowled. "Yes you, adulteress!"
"How dare you. Womanizer!"
"Harlot!"
"Dust licker!"
"Enough!" Reuben growled. "Elyas has more important things to do than babysit petty, bickering idiots!"
"Just who do you think you are?" said the wife, hands indignantly on her hips.
"Mind your own business, foreigner," the husband snapped.
"His name," Elyas said with a smile, "is Reuben Mantawe, son of Seth. King of the Mako."
There was a stiff silence.
"Reuben the Lion-Slayer?" the wife squeaked.
"Reuben the Blood Wolf?" the husband whimpered.
"The same," Reuben said, crossing his arms.
"And as Prince, it is my right to request counsel from whoever I wish," Elyas said.
Reuben could tell his friend was trying desperately not to laugh.
"So, Reuben, what do you think of this case?"
"Elyas, do you really think that either of their accusations holds water?" Reuben said, flashing a smile. His time among the Mako had turned his teeth more wolflike.
"No." Elyas said flatly.
"Then throw them out."
"But this woman-"
"Shut up," said Reuben. A nearby shadow sprang to life and donned the form of gigantic black wolf. It snarled and snapped at the couple until Reuben placed his hand on its head and began to pet it. The wolf's mood softened slightly, but it regarded the couple with critical eyes. Eyes that glowed ember red, a match for Reuben's own.
At the sight of the wolf, the couple seemed to have forgotten their quarrel entirely, and were clinging to each other for dear life.
"Elyas is too polite to say what you need to hear," Reuben said, "so I will. The two of you are stuck with each other. Deal with it, or I will find you. The child is yours. Both of yours. Care for him, love him, cherish him, or I will find you. And never waste Elyas's time like this again or, believe me, I will find you. Is that clear?"
The couple nodded meekly.
"And on that note," Elyas said, "case dismissed."
Sage
Myth Weaver