15 Passing a Verdic (1/2)
Blood drips like a fountain from his nose, his mother has a twisted expression on her face. It was a mixture of anger and anguish. It seems like she was a doting mother to her son. His father had also quickly made his way to the front and was now kneeling by his sons' side. A stormy expression on his face as he views the damage done to his son.
But what parent wouldn't be enraged by the injury of their child? It was natural in a way of sorts.
”Young Miss, what has my son done that warrants this sort of punishment?” The father asks as he stands up and walks towards me. He stands just so that I don't have to raise my head to make eye contact with him. Rather thoughtful of him.
”Tsk.”
”What has he done? Other than insulting my guest, and making comments on my behalf to my guest… need I say more?” I ask.
”What comments did he make that offend you enough to injure him?” The father presses.
Looking the man up and down he seemed to be a simple man for the most part. He's dressed smartly in a suit, that was neither too much nor too little. But just where had these ideas about the humans come from if not from the father, then the mother perhaps.
”I didn't say anything out of turn father! I only said that the human girl over there,” he points behind me,” that her people are warmongering people,” he manages his jaw already starting to heal itself.
He conveniently omitted the part where he said that we should kill the poor girl. I held my tongue to see what would transpire. Although, I have little doubt that he wouldn't believe his own son.
The crowd had already started to whisper amongst itself. I didn't see any sign my mother or father, or Silvyr's parents. From the corner of my eye, I saw Herma rushing out of the room. It appears that she was probably going to get my parents.
Just behind me stood Silvyr and the little human nomad child. He stood in front of her and was glaring towards the man in front of me. It seems that he was a reliable friend indeed. The strong should protect the weak.
”Young Miss, I see no problem in my son's comment,” the father says after a moment. I ground my teeth; the mother had a disgusted look on her face as she looks at me. Seems that in her mind, I was nothing more than an eyesore.
”As your son's failed to tell you he also suggested that we 'kill her' and her being the human child he was insulting. Not only that, he talked for me saying that one such as herself shouldn't touch me, but I fail to see who and whom may and may not touch me is any concern of his,” I say loudly so everyone can hear me.
The hushed room began to erupt into a loud sea of noise. I felt my blood begin to boil even more. I was angry, I don't remember the last time that I was angry. I'd gotten frustrated but never this sort of anger, that felt like a kettle boiling over.
”In my house, should I allow one to talk as if they're the master of someone's life?” I question pinning each of them with a look.
”Young Miss this was but the talk of a child. What he's said can't be held with much authority,” the father pleads.
I gnashed my teeth.
”Just the simple talk of a child? I remind you, that children tend to repeat and hold ideals that are central to the parent's own beliefs. With that in mind, I'll reconsider passing verdict on the child, and give my verdict to the real source,” I snarl.
”I'll give you this chance to step forward and admit your guilt, or I can punish every single one of you,” I say simply.
A few people in the room had moved to stand behind the family of three. It seems that there were some who support the idea that a children's words shouldn't be held with much thought. But that didn't mean that they're in the right.