Literature
Sibling Rivalry
Xiaia arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow as she caught sight of the still-steaming, blackened crater where her bed used to be.
"Don't give me that look, Xia." Yaziz lifted his hands in a gesture of peace and innocence defied by the amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"What look should I give you, then, you little brat? You destroyed my favourite bed!"
"Psh. You have plenty more where that came from." Yaziz dodged the bolt of lightning she sent his way, accustomed to being fired upon, and Xia's painted lips pursed. "Oh wait, I forgot - those aren't yours."
Xia's mild annoyance swiftly escalated and she screamed, stomping her foot in frustated