Pouts at her brother, always making her wait for the good stories but prattles on. "Well, I kicked one guy's ass clear across the ring because he was a little bitch" her language as always, is quite unladylike. But his sister wasn't much for being a lady anyway. "He actually cried Henrik...it was embarrassing. I don't even cry when I get hit in a fight."<br/><br/>Smiles proudly as they ride along, knowing that her brother may not show his affection as openly as she does, but that he still loves her as his little sister. Also, with an impish streak a mile-wide, Lenally tended to do these things because she knew that he didn't hate it as much as he claimed, he just didn't like to be put on the spot so much.<br/><br/>"Mother got me new dresses but I terrorized the seamstress and told her to make a dress for a fucking horse. I won't wear one." folds her arms, her way of saying that that part of the conversation was over. Peers around Henrik's shoulder at Zalania and waves.  Then pulls back looking up at her brother, "Do you think one day I can come with you like Zalania does? I want to go to a fight! I wish I knew who ratted me out to mother and father..." frowns a bit, "I'll beat them so hard their ancestors will feel it..." pounds a fist into her hand with a thud.<br/><br/>"I read all the books you told me to, do you have anymore for me?" gets excitedly happy again, practically bouncing in the saddle. "My favorite was the one on proper spear-throwing. I need to build a new target to practice with though....." looks away a bit sheepish, the way she always does when she's done something wrong.<br/><br/>"But Mother says I have to go....I know she's going to try and make me wear a dress. I hate fucking dresses. I can't wrestle in a dress!" frowns, and looks up at Henrik with puppy eyes, "Could you try and persuade her to let me wear my regular clothes? Please?"