a þing of splendor

Stori's dad came in and said he's sit by both of them. The young boy protested, "Noo, she already HAS an adult." He huffed, noticing Katja's eyes on him. He looked away. He spent the rest of the meeting staring, glaring at that girl from behind his father's elbow. His ears were turned to listen to Katja and he would break his stare with making sure she wasn't staring at him. She then invited anyone to seek a mentor. THAT girl started speaking up, so Stori, naturally, stood and jumped forward, "I do! I can almost hold a rank, right? I'm almost old enough, right?" He looked around, panting excitedly, "I can train, then get a rank!" Stori looked at his father for approval, his gaze shooting down to Eisleif as if to say, "Haha, I am older! I'll get a rank sooner than you!" He had never felt such a rivalry to make him act up, but he felt it now. It burned white hot in his chest and face and made his heart race. He wanted to belittle her and make her know he was better. He was first. He didn't want to harm her outright, but he wanted to prove that he was the better of the two.