21.Mar.13, 02:46 PM
A big man was talking, a speech. Formal, polite, yada yada yada political bullshit. And women couldn't use honorifics anymore? He visibly winced as he imagined what sort of backlash this would have. You couldn't talk anything away from a woman without backlash; might as well be trying to take a meal away from a poisonous, angry snake with rabies on steriods. This would not be good, not for the women, or for the collective weyr that would eat their dissension.
Some of the men didn't seem to like it either, and a small verbal scuffle seemed to have broken out. He wanted to get up, run, and hide. But where could he go? He wanted to get away from these guys, that was for sure. But he felt trapped, with no where to go.
He stood up violently, as if his legs had been forced to stand. As he did so, he hit the table, and it shook. A cup or two spilled over. A drumstick rolled off its plate.
A glass fell off the edge of the table and shattered.
He gingerly padded over to an empty seat farther away from the empty men and sat. He hoped his distraction would get everyone to calm down, without earning him lashes. He tried to keep an air of emptiness about him, as if he had no thoughts at all and was just a rag doll.
Some of the men didn't seem to like it either, and a small verbal scuffle seemed to have broken out. He wanted to get up, run, and hide. But where could he go? He wanted to get away from these guys, that was for sure. But he felt trapped, with no where to go.
He stood up violently, as if his legs had been forced to stand. As he did so, he hit the table, and it shook. A cup or two spilled over. A drumstick rolled off its plate.
A glass fell off the edge of the table and shattered.
He gingerly padded over to an empty seat farther away from the empty men and sat. He hoped his distraction would get everyone to calm down, without earning him lashes. He tried to keep an air of emptiness about him, as if he had no thoughts at all and was just a rag doll.