Hoshor Plains arabella

Vaati finally turns, giving into Ganondorf's desires. He smirks, despite the man's sharp tone. He wanted his brother's eyes on him and he got it, the icy optics firmly locked with his warmer ones. Ganon's eyes move from his brother's eyes to his body, watching him square up, raising his body to match, and eventually outmatch, his own. Ganon barked out a laugh, but it quickly rolled into a chortle, and then a full blown laughter attack as he watched his brother further. What are you trying to prove? His laugh interrupted his words and he turned away, insulting the distaste on his face. That you're taller than me? So what? He turns back around, the humor on his face warping into something more twisted. Mother likes you more, so what? He steps forward, breaking the distance between them. His nose presses against his brother's, and he hides the spark that runs through his body Iksan sȳrkta toliot ao isse sīr naenie tolī ra. He keeps his nose pressed against his brother's, stepping forward and attempting to push him back with each step he took. Mother taught me much more than she did you. Miraak trained me for much longer. He flexes his muscles then, emphasizing that even if Vaati was taller, Ganon had filled out more, from genetics and the sparring and running he had done. And you still think you're grander than I am because of favortism alone? Ñuha mijegindita rōva lēkia Vaati. Those boys are going to destroy you if that's all you have.