[She quirks a well-groomed eyebrow at her blatant lie, smirking mildly as she looks from Chloe back to the window. Absentmindedly she fiddles with a necklace she wears at her throat, the one she had found in the weapons room of the Hold.
Anora has an appreciation for jewelry as any woman would, but even as a queen dressed in the finest of finery she still has the mentality of a tomboy; a youth of seven or eight dirtying her skirts and scraping her knees.
But that's a facet of herself that she'll keep to herself.]
I don't recall ever being the sort for flashy jewelry myself.
[Once more, she eyes her friend, smile growing humoured.]
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Anora has an appreciation for jewelry as any woman would, but even as a queen dressed in the finest of finery she still has the mentality of a tomboy; a youth of seven or eight dirtying her skirts and scraping her knees.
But that's a facet of herself that she'll keep to herself.]
I don't recall ever being the sort for flashy jewelry myself.
[Once more, she eyes her friend, smile growing humoured.]
Though I could use a new pair of earrings.