Haruchai women
Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 1:07 pm
It occurred to me today that one glaring omission that it would be interesting to see SRD tackle is the Haruchai women. We've seen plenty of their menfolk going about their stoic way, and we've heard lots of allusions to their wifes and the passion they inspire, but they seem to fall into the same category as dwarven women in Tolkien. Would be kind of neat to see them in the coming stories, and their interaction with their menfolk.
Personally, I'd like to imagine them as motor-mouthed, sharp-tongued nags who rule their men with an iron-fist and never forget a slip up, with the Haruchai forced into the role of exasperated hen-pecked guys doing whatever they can for a bit of peace on the homefront.
Haruchai Woman: Well you're back are you? What kind of time do you call this?
Haruchai Man: I was delayed - there was an important matters at Revelstone.
HW: Don't give me that, I know what you men get up to there, playing your silly fighting games and ogling pretty woodhelvin maids I wager.
HM: Your ire is unjustified, who are you to disdain our Mastery?
HW: DON'T you take that tone with me - I'm the mother of your unruly mob of offspring, that's who. "Mastery", what is it with you men and your silly titles - just because you don't have Kevin or the Ur-Lord to boast to about how "strong-loined" you are anymore, you have to give each other daffy titles and swan about showing off.
HM: We guard the Land against Corruption. There were demondim, we had to stay back and sort it out.
HW: Leaving me to bath the kids, cook a meal - rabbit-stuffed-with-aliantha by the way, but it's cold now, do the washing and iron your robes.
HM: Listen, housework doesn't signify. Get it, does NOT signify. I suffice with my work, why can't you?
HW: Well you can be Master of the couch tonight, maybe a good night's sleep will help you regain the precious strength in your loins - YES, I went there!
HM: I hear your words in my mind, but I disdain to listen to them.
Would be awesome.
Personally, I'd like to imagine them as motor-mouthed, sharp-tongued nags who rule their men with an iron-fist and never forget a slip up, with the Haruchai forced into the role of exasperated hen-pecked guys doing whatever they can for a bit of peace on the homefront.
Haruchai Woman: Well you're back are you? What kind of time do you call this?
Haruchai Man: I was delayed - there was an important matters at Revelstone.
HW: Don't give me that, I know what you men get up to there, playing your silly fighting games and ogling pretty woodhelvin maids I wager.
HM: Your ire is unjustified, who are you to disdain our Mastery?
HW: DON'T you take that tone with me - I'm the mother of your unruly mob of offspring, that's who. "Mastery", what is it with you men and your silly titles - just because you don't have Kevin or the Ur-Lord to boast to about how "strong-loined" you are anymore, you have to give each other daffy titles and swan about showing off.
HM: We guard the Land against Corruption. There were demondim, we had to stay back and sort it out.
HW: Leaving me to bath the kids, cook a meal - rabbit-stuffed-with-aliantha by the way, but it's cold now, do the washing and iron your robes.
HM: Listen, housework doesn't signify. Get it, does NOT signify. I suffice with my work, why can't you?
HW: Well you can be Master of the couch tonight, maybe a good night's sleep will help you regain the precious strength in your loins - YES, I went there!
HM: I hear your words in my mind, but I disdain to listen to them.
Would be awesome.
That is just a little to much reality for SRD.