Hoshor Plains Little Boxes

I just love how fond Lavakho thinks so fondly about himself. lol.

Zhavvi watched her uncle's mind rattle at her suggestion. Like it was so uncommon that she would want to fight... Zhavvi shook her head and jumped her uncle in a rather playful matter. She wanted to show him how good she could fight! Kivi was not being careful with her after all and she survived. Even though she was a bit broken and bruised after a day of training. "Of course I do! I want to be a warrior princess. I already started to learn about poison and now about fighting," she pointed out. Zhavvi was becoming more dangerous each day.

Zhavvi snarled at her lovable uncle. "No. If you do I will make sure that you will limp for at least a month if you don't fight me seriously. I am serious about my fighting after all," she let out with some authority. "Are you afraid I will beat you?," She then spoke teasingly and bit the side of his neck in teasing. It was more a nip than a harsh bite, though the nip was a sharp one. "I thought a Khal always lets their Khaleesi go first," she pointed out, suggesting that she saw him as a Khal. Oh what a great plan she had.