The Canterlot Courts are a lot like the Canterlot Castle in the architectural design and the colors of paint. Just like the castle, it was so goldish and purplish and whitish and marblish and yellowish and lavenderish and so many more colors in between.
Princess Celestia stood in the front of the room. I knew she'd be judge for two reasons:
1) She is the princess of Equestria.
2) She was wearing the judge wig & the small glasses.
I sat in the defendant's seat at the plaintiff's table. Celestia sat at the judge's bench, and grabbed her gavel, and banged in against the desk a few times. The room quieted down as the princess began to speak.
"Raven!" Celestia said, looking at me.
"I am Vanilla Mocha, your highness." I sighed.
"Err, right. Vanilla Mocha! Where's your lawyer!" She yelled.
"Back in Applewood." I replied, regretting my vacation.
"Well, we'll find you a new one. Does anypony want to be her temporary lawyer?" Celestia asked the room.
A certain blue-gray and yellow pegasus spread open her wings. "I'll do it! I'll be her lawyer!" Derpy shouted, flying from her seat as a spectator and to her new seat next to me at the plaintiff's table.
"Good. Now for Prince Blueblood's lawyer to share with us his arguement." Celestia said, looking over at her nephew's counsel.
A mysterious white unicorn stood up. Her back was covered in a long, light brown coat that covered even her cutie mark. I couldn't see her tail because it was underneath her coat, but I could see a little bit of her mane. It looked like either dark purple or black; I couldn't tell. It was hiding underneath a fedora. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. Whoever this lawyer was, she came with fashion. I can imagine the commercial she's from: Do you have pain? Did somepony bump into your butt? Then hire us, The Fashion Attorneys! We'll come to court for you with style! We'll make sure our fedoras always match our coats and horseshoes! And our dazzling shades are just superb! Hire us: The Fashion Attorneys!
Even though she wasn't wearing horseshoes, I think it could still make a pretty good commercial. Have you seen the latest commercials, though? Mine would fit in perfectly.
Back to the story: The pony began talking with a British accent. Our attorneys come with British accents, I added to my mental commercial.
"She- she could've looked where she was going! But no, she ran into him! Then she verbally accuses him for what happened to her, by her! How, how fair is that?" She said.
I looked over at Derpy. The cross-eyed pegasus sat holding a muffin in her right hoof. She was chewing on a bite of it now, and didn't really seem to care about the stylish lawyer. I hoped Derpy would have a better argument than 'The Fashion Attorney.'