Character/Character Interview
Interviewer: Sir Julien de Gladiel
Subject: Rowlen de Whittier, Master Storyteller
Topic: Wooing
Setting: the gardens at Holiday Palace
Julien: As you know, I’ve been given permission to court your sister, but since we are soon to leave on the quest for the Remedy, I’m not certain how to proceed.
Rowlen: And…? I haven’t heard a question yet.
Julien: You are her brother. Her closest confidante. I need advice, Rowlen.
Rowlen: And yet you continue to make statements, rather than asking questions.
Julien: *takes deep, calming breath* Rowlen de Whittier, would you please consent to offer me advice as to the best way to woo your sister, Princess Rynnaia?
Rowlen: *grins* Why of course! It would be my pleasure!
*Julien almost succeeds at not rolling his eyes*
Rowlen: Being raised with my family in Veetri, Rynnaia enjoys music. You could sing to her.
Julien: *shakes head* Not if I want her to remain in my company.
Rowlen: *laughs* Your singing can’t be that bad.
Julien: *nods* It is.
(A snort sounds to the left. The two men turn to find Julien’s sister, Erielle de Gladiel, peeking out from behind a bush)
Erielle: *comes out from hiding place* Honestly, Master Rowlen, you do not want to subject the Ryn to that sort of torture! Julien’s singing could set wolves cowering away in fear!
Julien: This is a private conversation, Erielle. Be on your way.
Erielle: Fine. *puts her hands up and backs away* I was just trying to help.
Rowlen: You might do well to ask your sister’s opinion, Sir Julien. She might better be able to tell you the sort of wooing women prefer.
Julien: My sister? Hardly. *laughs* Erielle despises every aspect of formal courtship.
Rowlen (gazing at Erielle’s retreating form): Hmm . . . interesting . . .
Julien: *puts hand on Rowlen’s shoulder* Eyes. Here. We’re talking about your sister, remember? Not mine.
Rowlen: Yes, yes. Rynnaia. Hmm. If you can’t sing, perhaps you could compose a bit of poetry?
Julien (runs a hand back and forth through his hair): I’m not much of a poet. That gift seems to rest with the females in my family.
Rowlen: *throws hands dramatically upward* What can you do?
Julien: *furrows brow* Well, I’m fairly adept with the sword . . .
Rowlen: *snorts* Clearly, the way to a woman’s heart. *rolls eyes* You don’t sing. You don’t compose. You do at least read and write, don’t you?
Julien (mildly offended): Of course!
Rowlen: *snaps fingers an inch away from Julien’s face* Then there is your answer! If you’re neither poet nor balladeer, you must choose brevity over beauty. If not your own words, then carefully select from the known phrases of others to declare your heart.
Julien: Hmmm. *smile begins to dawn* I like where this is going . . .
Rowlen (suddenly serious): It had best be going toward a wedding, de Gladiel, for if you break my sister’s heart, I will—.
Julien: *crosses arms and allows a staccato, mocking laugh to escape* You’ll what, Storyteller? Throw an illusion at me?
Rowlen: *lifts chin* I daresay a knight like you would not benefit by being portrayed as a villain in one of my stories. Or, perhaps *warms to the subject* I could create a story in which you suffer a particularly vicious, untimely death . . .
Julien: Don’t trouble yourself. I’ve no intention of breaking Rynnaia’s heart. In fact, it is my ardent aim to make her mine, if she will have me when our quest is complete.
Erielle (peeks out from behind a different bush, grinning): Then by all means, Julien, whatever you do, do not sing to her!