[h1][b]Ruomahl/Rowan[/b][/h1]
[@Snarl]
As Ruomahl had been listening, his brother Taelor leaned up against him, and he whispered to Ruomahl, that he was their father's favorite. Ruomahl knew this to be true. Of course he was their father's favorite. There was no one else who would be worthy enough to earn his admiration, Ruomahl thought. The thought of it being someone else was unthinkable.

Taelor continued with his sweet words, and told him that his brother Chobach laughed at him. Certainly not, Ruomahl thought. He must have only been laughing, but what was he laughing at? But then Ruomahl thought that maybe Taelor was right, and maybe Chobach was laughing at him. If this was true, then Ruomahl would show him just who he was laughing at.

"Is it true?" Ruomahl said to Taelor. "Chobach laughs at me? That is unacceptable! Tell me, brother, is he the only one, or do the others laugh as well? I have seen how Skeixura mocks me as I turn my back."

Ruomahl then heard his mother gave one last scolding. It was unnerving for Ruomahl to hear even more of this. He was being forced to do so much. It really was like prison labor. 

"Brother," Ruomahl said to Taelor. "I will not be convincing anyone of anything today. It would probably be best if we don't start any fights today, unless we want to go to the Sahara early."