Lookie What I Got You!

Stolas cast Seere a perplexed look through graphite eyes when she responded in muffled words that she had no idea what they were doing with it. Following his tiny sibling's lead, he helped drag the stick off to the side and set it down while she began to emphatically explain how it was a gift for him to use as a weapon against Sitri. The larger boy blinked in surprise, then looked back to the stick again, his little heart warming at the idea of his sweet little sister looking out for him. Sitri was a bit of a brute and enjoyed wrestling. Perhaps now he'd be able to give his brother a taste of his own medicine. A smile spread over Stolas' face and he leaned closer to bump and nuzzle his forehead against Seere's in a sign of fraternal affection. "Thank you, Seere! You're always looking out for me. Ah, but I can't use all of this stick by myself! Buuuuut..."

Grinning to himself, Stolas moved back over to the stick, grabbing one end in his teeth and positioning himself so he was standing over the stick. Holding it steady, Stolas dropped all of his weight back onto the midsection of the stick. It took a few tries, but eventually the stick broke in two, both pieces much smaller and easier to manage. "There we go! Now we can both have a stick to fight Sitri off with!" he declared, passing the smaller of the two pieces to his little sister before snatching up his own more easily managed stick and beginning to parade around with it in his jaws.