Turns and sees her mother coming, and knows that she'd better be quiet. It's not that Lenally hadn't been canned before for her behavior, but it's true what they say, a carriage ride is a lot longer when your ass is sore. Tries to smile, but it's not very sincere at all as she quickly goes to the carriage, looking jealously at the people riding on horseback. Unlike her mother, Lenally rode her horses like a man. Side-saddle riding was for sissies, and Lenally was no sissy. Not that her mother was, but Lenally always refused to ride as ladies should.<br/><br/>Eagerly sits, at least looking forward to talking with her brother, and hearing his stories of battle. The idea of blood and violence never scared her, if anything it made her want to seek out combat even more. She did have as most do her doubts of having to kill, but at the same time knew that in most war situations it couldn't be avoided.<br/><br/>Peeks out of the window, fidgeting, trying to pull up the low cut of the dress up more so her chest isn't showing.<em>Damnit to hell Mother I'm not eye candy!!!</em>frowns to herself.