For a moment her eyes light up at the very mention of war stories. "That is right....he promised to tell me about his fights." looks quite excited as she goes on, "I can't wait to hear how he won, how he took those damned bastards and sliced them in two!" her language always gives her away, no proper lady would ever utter such a sentence even in close company. But then again, Lenally was no proper lady. Notices the redness on her brother's cheek and eyes widen a bit. "How'd you manage to irritate our father so badly?!" says incredulous, she'd never really known Omar to cause any issue with their parents. He was like Henrik, a golden child who could do no wrong, whereas Lenally was the problem child. Willful, stubborn, and very unlikely to change her ways.<br/><br/>Her grin becomes slightly wicked at his description of the Theiri, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Is that so......backwards performances eh? And a princess who dresses like me?" Her expression changes at that, looking surprised that there were others who felt the same way as her, having only been around her family who's idea of a proper lady differed greatly from her own. "Does she really? Do you know anything about her?" Her enthusiasm to meet this girl almost came close to her reaction when she knew Henrik was coming home from a campaign.<br/><br/>Scowls as he compliments her gown. "I'm going to hop in the first puddle of mud I see. Then I'll burn this dress when I'm alone and run naked through the damn fields!" folds her arms, her expression darkening even more. "I hate damned dresses! I hate being a damn lady!" huffs a bit but then manages to restrain her foul mouth when she hears her parents approaching as well as Henrik.