"Stop right there, knave!"
"Knave? How am I knave, little one? By the way, good form."
"It seemed like the appropriate thing to say at the moment- though, for all I know you could be one. And I’m not little. I’m almost twelve.”
As if to demonstrate the obvious difference, she lowered her sword and stood straight up, chin ever so slightly jutted forward. Fighting back a beaming smile of pride at being complimented on her form in order to appear as serious as possible.
"See? Nearly a teenager."
"And yet, still naive," Jethro said with a laugh. "Well, congratulations on being almost a teenager. By this time, my people would have already asked you if you wish to do a one month trial."
"Am not." She set aside the sword she had been practicing with, scrunching up her face at being called naive.
"A trial? Like a coming of age sort of thing? Did you do one?"