Aimee knows full well that she's... competitive. Very, very competitive.
Brighton says that she's, perhaps, a bit too competitive, and that if she's not careful, someone's going to take her down a couple pegs one of these days. No one likes the noogie queen of the high seas, after all.
...Aimee, privately, thinks that she needs something to do about it. If she just had someone to compete with, about something that mattered- mayyybe she wouldn't need to pick fights with the other girls. But Brighton won't let her do anything interesting- not the archery or axe throwing competitions on the village green, not taking care of the sheep beyond bringing them hay every so often, and certainly not anything as crass as going into business. She's to be a lady someday, he says, and she needs to act like it.
It all leaves Aimee feeling very, very stuck.
