Were she an animal, he would feel her bristling at the idea of wearing a dress for even one minute. Much less a day. She turns her head back a bit and looks up at him, "A whole damn day? Fuck......half a day" folds her arms, trying to be as crafty as her brother. She's close, but still has a lot to learn. "Can't mother be pleased with me wearing a damn dress for half a day? And then I can come along with you?"<br/><br/>Looks hopeful, but knows it won't be easy to get her brother to budge. Lenally knew that while she was great with fighting and training, her diplomacy needed serious work. Unlike her brother who could easily end arguments and work out any sort of problems through skilled conversation, Lenally's approach usually started with foul language and ended in fisticuffs. She was their mother's daughter, minus the tact that comes with time and practice and when to actually get into a brawl. Just shudders at the idea of having to be a lady.<br/><br/>"So would that be ok? Only half a day? And no girly accessories? I hate it when they try to put jewelry on me or damned flowers in my hair. I wanted to be a boy but I had to be a dumb girl.....shit...." pouts a bit more, waiting for her brother's response.