Philisophical Mutterings (interaction practice)
Practice in character interaction. Enjoy the argument. :P
This is a short little character interaction practice. I would like your input to see if such an interaction is satisfactory to the general public. You may also comment on their subject matter, if you wish. ^.=.^
The candle lights around the nobly furnished room cast a bright golden glow among the three dragons' placements around the polished stone table, meant for the heavier duties of draconic literature and craft. Adrammalech and Wevli bare their teeth across to one another, each having spoken themselves black and blue respectively in the face over their general rantings while not engaging with a project. If not for the fact of their comfort, Ramah would guess they would start throwing the sitting pillows at one another in some form of argumentative foul on the other if it serves their goals of winning the argument. The gold dragon sitting proverbially between the debate sighs, electrical sparks catching on his back teeth. He would leave if not for the fact that the two others attack each other physically when their thoughts get particularly hot.
"You can't just SAY something is a truth. Each so called 'truth' must be related to with facts and proof by the speaker to make it worth the time and effort to speak them." Wevli, who works as an Aspect of Knowledge states. "As such, truth is sought through the material observation and is only explained by the words of interpretation. There is no truth behind only words." Blue scales scrape the table for the twentieth time for the evening as the water dragon moves his claws around the table as if needing to provide physical interpretation alongside the words.
"Words without proof is automatically a lie?" Adrammalech spits back, his work as an Aspect of Deception holds strong with his language. "Then you may as well tell scouts that their patrols are fruitless unless they can bring the head of a slain enemy to prove hostilities on the way." A sharp claw attached to obsidian scales point towards his verbal opponent. "And you would also discount every messenger that you have spoken with to date, save the rare parcel you receive."
"Wevli... Adram... You have been at this same argument for the majority of the day. Can we at least drop the debate and get something to eat, and that so I may get to see the moon outside for once this week?" Ramah's stomach growls in protest to the two other Aspects fighting over philosophy. His work as an Aspect of Protection gave him a better appreciation for what they were debating over for once. But, ten hours of sitting over a single point with only water in reach leaves the dragon dull to the truths of truth. He receives his answer in the form of two sets of eyes attempting to burn holes in his skull. "...If nothing else, let me give some input to make you both correct."
"You can't make Adram a truth-teller. It isn't in his existence to say truth, and why he is so-" Wevli interjects with a laugh.
"Shut your maw for two minutes, Wevli. If this argument goes for another hour on what the basis of proof is for a truth, then so help me I will use what energy I have left to put both of you down and grab something from the kitchen. You can then continue once my fast has broken." Ramah says. He slumps onto the table with his head on his forepaws, his eyes toward Adram. "Any words you need to get out before I speak?"
Adram only smiles, and shakes his head in a negative.
"Good..." A gold forepaw taps the table as he looks over both dragons. "Both of you have spoken fervently over whether physical proof is needed to speak a truth. I have heard truth without proof from you, Wevli. I have also been given proof to a lie by Adram. You know what has been the one thing that has given me the best chance to find out one way or another?" He gives pause to let the other two think their own fallacies over. "Repetition. Any time I have been given a truth, I have been able to find at least one other that can give the same details, or another with physical proof of said details."
"Woe be to the first person to speak with you." Muttered Adram under his breath. The black dragon crosses his arms, but shuts his mouth again when Ramah looks over.
"It is how I've weeded out a lie. Speak to three sentient beings about the same topic, and they may give their own opinions, views and details of a truth. You can dismiss some outlying pieces as meaningless. So long as the details of the event or object are similar, you have found a truth." Ramah pulls out a bit of red edible paint and starts drawing little pictures on the table with one claw while motioning is argument with the other. "It is because truth is supposedly unerring in its goal to be known, while a lie many times changes to fit itself into a truth. This search of determining which is a truth or a lie can transform one into the other as details are given from different sources."
"And if you find only one source of a truth?" Wevli says to Ramah flatly. His tail twitches as Ramah speaks.
"Truth is never from one source, Wevli. When you think a single person, craft or other source you can obtain is completely trustworthy, you leave yourself open. You either find another that knows of the sought truth, or you observe it yourself. In observation, you become the second." Ramah says, nodding over to Adram. "That is why I ask you so many questions of both of you when you bicker." Ramah rises from the table and cleans off his claw with his tongue. Once the paint was gone from the claw, he tapped the table and left the room.
"So he leaves the table without even giving time for a rebuttal? How weak is his argument if he doesn't allow us to poke at it a bit?" Wevli says, watching the gold dragon head for the larder.
"I don't think he needs one. He proves his truth telling here." Adram says, looking over the different pieces Ramah made while speaking. "If I am inclined to review, his pictures speak that he was going to grab meat and would be back in twenty."
"Twenty?" Wevli says, looking down at the pictures to verify the simplistic pictography. "Twenty what? Minutes? Hours? Hunks of lamb consumed?"
Adram's features curl in a frown as he looks over the paint. "...He didn't say."