"I was raised very well," Sidony says, prim and proper. "But if you think that I would be a better Oskar then I would be honoured to play the part."
She seems earnest enough, which is saying something for Sidony, who doesn't like to admit to the things she likes in case it's used against her. It had been hard enough in Nevarra, trying to act as though she was completely interested in her mother's ventures for more power when really she wanted to devote herself to surgery and dissection. If the Chantry found out even half of the things she was doing... She would not be sitting with Jester right now, she thinks, magic or not.
As Jester speaks, she finds herself not wanting to know what Zone of Truth is.
"My bedroom?" Of all the things she had imagined Jester asking over, her room was not one of them. Frowning, she thinks about it. "It was red, mostly, a little like my dress. I had quite a lot of books for my studies, with a desk to read on, and a lovely wardrobe full of my dresses for dinner and dances." It's technically quite a lot of questions, but she smiles fondly enough - she'll count it as one. "I've never owned a puppy, so I can't say how many might have fit on my bed. I think my mother would've had a heart attack."
Lifting her hands, she picks at her cake again before she considers her question.
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She seems earnest enough, which is saying something for Sidony, who doesn't like to admit to the things she likes in case it's used against her. It had been hard enough in Nevarra, trying to act as though she was completely interested in her mother's ventures for more power when really she wanted to devote herself to surgery and dissection. If the Chantry found out even half of the things she was doing... She would not be sitting with Jester right now, she thinks, magic or not.
As Jester speaks, she finds herself not wanting to know what Zone of Truth is.
"My bedroom?" Of all the things she had imagined Jester asking over, her room was not one of them. Frowning, she thinks about it. "It was red, mostly, a little like my dress. I had quite a lot of books for my studies, with a desk to read on, and a lovely wardrobe full of my dresses for dinner and dances." It's technically quite a lot of questions, but she smiles fondly enough - she'll count it as one. "I've never owned a puppy, so I can't say how many might have fit on my bed. I think my mother would've had a heart attack."
Lifting her hands, she picks at her cake again before she considers her question.
"Who was the dirty wizard?"