Stavanger Bay where the watermelons grow

not at all ;)

his sister was wild; much too wild for his taste for now, even in their early stages, could he see the disaster she would impose upon his birthright. she would grow to be a force to be reckoned with in a way he felt unfair, for he was the eldest and he, the strongest. that was what he was supposed to become, but begun to feel threatened by his sister's false superiority. he could not have her steal his limelight, she was a girl. girls were not meant to challenge boys, especially one that was destined to become more than she would ever be. what was once child's play morphed into something different; true and pure hostility and with it, a sudden flip of mindset that would leave the boy altered for some time. with a hiss did he meet her attack, rearing up and ready to barrel right into her own retaliation and topple her over. why could she not act like a normal, little girl? why did she have to be so brutish like a boy? it would make his life a whole lot easier if she would just sit down and stop trying to prove something she just wasn't and would never be. she would never be as loved as he, never as looked to with admiration as he expected he one day would be. isengrim was superior in every way, and he would make it known to her regardless of her belief that she, little sister, could somehow overcome his awesomeness.