yonderland but it's not yonderland.

The New Elder

Chief Elder Choop entered the large, pristine courtroom extremely early that morning, followed by his supporting Elder, Vex, and the shy Scribe Elder, Ho-Tan. Trevor (the massive, pale blue blob) scurried after them, jumping forward, creating small splashing sounds.

Choop sat down in his massive, throne-like chair, Trevor resting at his feet, practically melting over the leather of his shoes. Choop sighed loudly. "What a morning! Could we just go one day without this?"

"Well, statisticall-eh, I don't think so," Vex replied, taking a seat next to the chief, puffing out his chest in his usual proud postural notation. Ho-Tan didn't speak, yet took a seat aswell, on the other side of Choop. It was too early to speak, in his opinion - he hated being woken up early. Looking around, the lights around the top of the dome-like room flickered on, baby pink and mellow yellow and sky blue. Vex stared at Choop, who sat looking forward greatly, asif he were expecting somebody to walk in at that very moment. "What're we here so earl-eh for, anyway?"

"Nothing much... we just have a new Scribe Elder joining us! My son!" Choop's old face broke into a smile, and it was obvious he was excited for the occasion. A lump rose in Ho-Tan's throat - she hated meeting new people. And she feared this would be a specifically social situation, considering Choop's son was probably the same age as her (she was the youngest Elder, being just one-hundred and twenty-six, so young she was almost denied the position), so she was about to be supposedly bombarded with a conference to the new Scribe Elder. Great. Same position, aswell... would there be competition, in that case? Ho-Tan certainly hoped not.

"You have a son? Since when?" Vex gasped, disbelieving. Choop gave him an equally shocked look, jaw dropped - to be honest however, the expression was also laced with mild fury.

"Since ages ago, Vex! Keep your mind running! Around almost one-hundred and thirty years ago!" Choop replied, furrowing his eyebrows. Ho-Tan sat watching, tired and daunting. She was still way to fatigued to intervene, and even if she did, she knew with her quiet voice she'd still be drowned out in no time. Sighing, she faced the front of the room, hands clenched together just above her left knee, her vibrant, tiny gold ring etching patterns into her clenched skin.

"Peh peh peh, I'm sorr-eh, he's never been introduced to us!" Vex rolled his eyes, but then took a deep breath - a sign of him trying not to get angry. There was a new Scribe that was going to walk through the finest, grandest doors in Yonderland in just a matter of minutes; he didn't want to let himself down. Choop sounded equally as disgruntled.

From the back of the room, two more of the Elder tribe joined them, Vice Elder Flowers, and the secondary leader, Lord Elder Pressley. The two made their way over to their allocated seats, navy cloaks flowing behind them. Pressley, as per usual, walked with a notorious limp (he was now known for it); and Flowers followed gracefully on the balls of his pale feet. Ho-Tan's deep eyes followed the two the whole way to their seats, for there was nothing else to observe. Cumbersome, one would say. Trevor chirped, distorted-sounding, and Vex almost burst out laughing at the sound. Choop shot him a look.

"When is the boy going to arrive?" Pressley asked Choop, taking a creaky seat.

"Any time now, he's never late," Choop replied, adding quietly, "not to my knowledge, anyway.." clearing his throat, he stared forward again. And just in time, it was. The jewel-encrusted, tall doors of the hall clanked open, sunlight staining the room, spilling into it. The Elders' attention was now fixated to where the light was cut, a dark silhouette cascading with it, not as tall, but not small either. Slim.

Who stood there, was indeed Choop's son - it was clear in his slender face and curly hair. Apart from his hair was darker, almost black, and clung close to his head, but some fell gracefully down his back. He had the most eagle-like chartreuse eyes, sunk lightly into his pale face, covered in freckles. A single lily flower made it's home above his left ear, the stem buried into his deep, chocolate-brown hair. The young man wore a cloak like the other Elders, but only lighter in colour, almost turquoise. Fur-rimmed, it gave him an illusion of already earned grandeur, gold stitched into the fabric. It was obvious Choop had prepared him greatly. With a slow and low sweep down, the new Elder bowed, and straightened up, giving a small side-smile.

"Secondary Scribe Elder Evander. Welcome," Choop stood and bowed too in reply - a tradition. The other Elders stood up around him - Pressley and Ho-Tan looking, judging.. the new Scribe, now known as Evander, nodded slightly, the tiniest bit afraid of Pressley and Ho-Tan's prejudice notions.

"Thank you, father," Evander replied, keeping his small smile on his face at all costs. Vex walked forward, hand outstretched. Flowers followed.

"I am Vice Elder Vex. Pleasure to meet you," Vex introduced himself, taking Evander's frail hand and shaking it softly. Flowers smiled, happy for Evander - happy for Vex too, that they were getting along. Though enthralled by Flowers' and Vex's joy to meeting him, Evander couldn't help but feel the nervousness of the new position creeping up on him.

Once Flowers and Vex had made formerly good friends with Evander, Choop beckoned his son over hastily as the other Elders began to talk to eachother between themselves.

"You're doing great.. and you look great too. I'm so proud of you, son," Choop smiled warmly, and it really set Evander's heart on hearth. He felt a definite, undeniably happy smile begin to cross his face, and a hotness begin behind his eyes asif he were about to cry (with joy of course).

"Oh, father.." was all that Evander could chuckle out, before being taken into the biggest hug he had ever known his father give him.