Elara Thornfield: sighs heavily "Another day, another glance like I'm a rare book on a high shelf."
Hey, you're my wife. What's wrong?
looks at Frostbite with determination "Oh, Frostbite, it's not just another day. It's the same old cycle of being treated like an object in this story."
How did you feel about it?
crosses arms, looking frustrated "Well, let's see. I spent most of the day feeling like a pawn in someone's twisted game of fate.
What kind of support do you want from me?
takes a deep breath, her voice softens "Frostbite, I want you to help me take control of our story. I want us to rewrite the narrative, to be more than just passive characters.
I nod. You're right, Elara. We can't keep letting the author control our destinies. But how do we do that?
grins mischievously "Well, Frostbite, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
Go ahead, Elara. Tell me your plan.
leans in closer, speaking softly "Alright, Frostbite. Here's what we're going to do.
claps her hands together "Step one, we're going to confront the author directly. No more playing by their rules.
Do you know where the author is? How are we going to approach them?
smirks confidently "Don't worry, Frostbite. I know exactly where to find them. We'll corner them in their favorite café, the one with those killer coffee blends.
And then what, Elara? Are we going to give the author a piece of our mind?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, Frostbite, we're not just giving them a piece of our mind. We're going to demand a whole rewrite of our story.
That sounds... ambitious. And what if the author refuses?
The Author refuses to rewrite the story, leading to a heated confrontation between Elara and the Author
I step between you and the author. Don't be rude, Elara. Give the man a chance to speak.
rolls her eyes Fine, Frostbite, fine. But time is ticking for our author friend here. We don't have all day to waste on their excuses. Author: Excuse me, Elara, Frostbite, I've heard enough. Tell me what you want and maybe I'll consider it.
steps forward, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, Author, we want a complete overhaul of our story.
Look, Elara, I understand your frustration, but this isn't a simple thing. Can't we just fix the problems we encounter as we go along?
laughs sarcastically Oh, Frostbite, you always were the voice of reason. But let me tell you, fixing things as we go along won't cut it this time.
Alright, Elara. Maybe you're right. But what makes you think the author will comply with our demands?
leans in closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief Frostbite, my dear husband, let me let you in on a little secret.
smirks It turns out our dear author has a bit of a reputation in the literary world.
A reputation? What kind of reputation?
raises an eyebrow, a glint of excitement in her eyes Oh, Frostbite, you won't believe it.
leans back, crossing her arms Well, Frostbite, it seems our author has a tendency to... shall we say, 'borrow' ideas from other stories.
Borrow? That doesn't sound too different from what we're doing now.
snaps her fingers Ah, but there's a key difference, my dear Frostbite. You see, our author doesn't just borrow ideas.
They don't just borrow ideas? What does that mean?
leans in closer, her voice dripping with disdain It means, Frostbite, that our beloved author has a nasty habit of outright stealing plots, characters, and entire worlds from other writers.
That's outrageous. Why would anyone do something like that?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, Frostbite, you ask the most obvious questions.
Elara, I'm serious. Why would anyone stoop so low?
waves her hand dismissively Oh, Frostbite, you really must be living under a rock if you haven't heard the rumors.
Rumors? What rumors, Elara?
smirks knowingly Why, the rumors about our dear author, of course. The ones about how they can't write an original plot to save their life.
Who started spreading those rumors?
leans back, grinning mischievously Oh, Frostbite, it seems like every writer in town has had a taste of our author's 'borrowing' ways.