I let her for a few minutes, but she knew what was going to happen next. I just laughed at her groan, but I could see that my excitement was catching, and she giggled, and began to brush her hair. I threw my hair brush at her and was racing around the room, trying to find her sword and my bow. No more stuffy outfits, no more scolding, nothing. 'Erin! Up and at 'em! D'ya know what day it is, cause I do!'I yelled with excitement, literally dragging her out of bed and to her feet. But once in a blue moon, there's a day where I can make her stop being a princess, and she won't scold me for it. It's just aggravating, and it seems like there's nothing I can do to make her stop being what Mum thinks a princess should be. A princess should not have weapons, and she refuses to fence, even though she's fantastic at it.

A princess never snorts, and I hate how mad she gets at herself when she does. A princess should always be dressed cordially, well, she wears that stupid thing everyday, even though it seems extremely tight on her. She's more about the other stuff, about what a princess 'should' be. She's all about tradition too, about how one day, we'll be married off to some ugly guys we don't even know. She doesn't laugh at anything unless that thing is me. 'She's right, ye know!'She'll pipe up, and she has no sense of humor. Sometimes she acts way too much like Mum. I'm a twin, and I have three triplet brothers. 'I warned yoo.'Erin smiled weakly, and I opened my eyes, and I groaned loudly. Do you want to hear the same ol' speech agai-' She was bad at threats unless she was furious. 'Ye don't have the upper body strength.'I mumbled, turning away from her. 'Merida, if I haveta carry ya down the stairs like a damsel, I'll do it.' It was easy, even with my terrible skill with swords, because Dad brought out the wine and ladies couldn't have any. But last night there was a banquet, and I insisted, probably stupidly, to stay up late and sword fight every man at it. She always did this anyway, trying to wake me up before Mum did so the hag wouldn't yell at me, and usually I did get up. I wanted to sleep, and I was going to do it. It's time to get up.' I could hear my sister's voice at my ear, and could feel the dip in the bed, knowing that she was sitting on the edge of my bed, trying to get me up before Mum had a chance to give me an earful.

Brave 2012 fanfiction tavie