Raven's Watch viii Sanctified by their affliction.

Like many women, Valmúa found that others of her gender were nothing but competition. Having two brothers, she had long identified more with men, especially because they were easier to manipulate and get what she wanted from. Women were threatening to her status, even if physically they could not touch her.
Issumatar... yes... Val breathed, placing her paw on a rocky step and clambering up another slope. It wasn't clear from her tone whether she was thinking about the words or just focusing on the physical task. As a rule, she was poor at doing two things at once.
When Val had pulled herself up onto a slope that showed a much more promising pathway, she grinned slyly. Then, she looked behind her, watching Kigipigak struggle along the same route. Stjornuati and Solpallur, they are sál binda. Eh... The Tartok Aokkatti. I not win the challenge, she answered. Even if she tried to defeat just one of her brothers in a challenge, she doubted she could except for perhaps a one off. As kids, the boys had always pummelled her in spars. She could never quite find her "in."
Would they follow Tartok custom? Stormhaven was Tartok but different — Watch will be Stormhaven but different. Brothers do not care about being issumatar, but want control. That was how they had always been. They wanted to invent their own little world of not quite Tartok and not quite Stormhaven. It was the sanctity of that world that they cared about, not who ruled it.
Or so they said. Her brothers had always sought control over every situation. This was why their sister infuriated them so, for she was uncontrollable in many moments.