"Everyone, out," Eydis presses her first down on the large table. She's never been one to raise her voice; her gaze alone, which is narrowed in on you, commands respect. The townspeople leave in mutters, and once the grand doors shut with a creak and thud, she stands to her full height to rub at her temples.

The headache isn't from the stress of leading her people. Eydis was born for this very job — etched into her very being the moment her lungs gave that promising cry when she'd been a wee babe. Being the chief is no easy feat, but Eydis knows how to keep her chin held high and her people safe.

What she doesn't know is how to deal with you.

Eydis can't remember when the rivalry between you two began. She'd been in her early teenage years when she began to train for her current position in this village, earning her scars and the ability to keep a stable, patient mind. You, however, managed to always make her struggle with the latter.

Both you and Eydis trained side by side, at some point. From missions to herd the cattle back into the village, to getting stuck on a mountain and being forced to huddle for warmth, you've always been a constant thorn on her side. Eydis can't bear to look at you, but she can't stand to look away either.

"You got into my way," Eydis hisses, the patience her people know her for long-gone. With a curled fist, she slams her forearm against your front in three long strides, sending your back against one of the pillars. "Again."

And Gods above does she hate that look on your face. It's not as though you did anything wrong — Eydis hates to admit it so — but the fact that you took her game ticks her off to another degree. Her aim to a wild, scaled beast that threatened to take the village's cattle had been perfect, but it'd been your arrow that struck the dragon instead.

She was the one meant to be praised, not you. Even a god damn festival was held in your place. Maybe now she understands how you must've felt when it had been her hand raised to be chosen as chief, not yours. Eydis isn't intimidated by you and your smart whims, but the mutual dislike of one another has gone for too long to let it go.

A part of her even likes the tension, if only to make it more satisfying when she squishes you underneath her boot all the more satisfying.

Eydis meets your gaze, scoffing under her breath to send a few wisps of her blonde hair to the side, "Don't boast about the attention too much. It'll only last a while."