"Is that so?" Omar asks his sulking sister, "You'd miss all those war stories that Henrik is sure to tell you on the way there. I swear by the Gods, that's what made you the tomboy you are now. Perhaps if you had been raised as firstborn you'd be a proper lady," he mused with a grin, "Besides, it's some thing terrible on the thighs but I think it best not to ride with our beloved parents, lest I annoy Father any further," he said, clicking his tongue and tapping the still reddened cheek, hinting at the slight altercation after Lenally and Henrik had left. A devilish grin played on his lips, as it was rare to hear of Omar being scolded by his parents, mainly because it was hushed and Omar's pride didn't often let himself be subject of jest but, perhaps knocking himself down a few pegs could help raise Lenally's drowned spirits.<br/><br/>"And, from what I'm told these Theiri are terrible, horrid creatures," he tells her, "Vivid imaginations and backwards performances on stage for fun. Strange fashions and even stranger views on traditional roles. I hear their Princess often dresses in drag to pick up arms," he says, sarcasm rich in his voice. He felt that if any body were to enjoy their trip, it would be Lenally. If he hadn't been present and in waiting with his Father and younger brother Henrik when Lenally was being birthed, then he would question as to Lenally's true heritage. She some what seemed like a Theiri to him, though he would never admit that. And besides, she had the same fiery passion they all shared for a good fight, that was true to the Aserit name.<br/><br/>"That dress is flattering on you, though the sight is quite strange," he compliments her, "Try not to dirty it before we leave. Mother would have a fit."