Theories and Prophesies of the Liar Zenovia

Lia stopped for a moment and watched his face as she rose up from her reclined position slightly, What do you mean you have plans if the worst does happen? Why wasn't I made aware of these plans? And don't give me it's because you didn't want me to worry, we all know I worry so much as is that there's no escape from the incessant march of things to worry about through my brain. Does it involve a boat? She wanted to know about these plans now, but all in good time, it was something she'd need to spend some time picking his brain for.

Just because you were accepted into the school first, I had to wait till Luce restore the family name and recognized me directly as an actual daughter before I could get in and start working on the degrees, give me time and I will catch up, you know I will. They only let me test so many at a time. Not like I don't already have the knowledge and the years of study, if they'd just let me sit the tests back to back then I'd have surpassed the both of you by now, you know it as plain as I do. And it's nothing to do with age. Okay, she could be insufferable at times, not that she wasn't at the best of times, but right now after he just woke up, those were her favorite times to tease him.

He did not flutter his eyelashes, okay, she paused, thinking back to the night in question, Maybe he did flutter them, I'm not sure, it was my birthday and you were making sure that the champagne was flowing excessively that evening! It's not my fault that my chaperone let me slip away to the bar and get accosted by an exceedingly attractive stranger who just happened to have soft kissable lips. And my insides have nothing to do with this, they remain, as always, un-moved, as a chaste and pure spinster should be. She sighed a little, thinking about her new friend from Tevinter, and how he really did have remarkable eyes. I don't think I've left it in plain sight, you know that's always the first place I look, and then under things, and then on things, then again, if someone happened to put it atop the high filing cabinet then that would explain why I couldn't find it, curse being so short, one would think my mother was dwarven or something to explain my lack of obvious height and growth over the years. And since no one would tell me directly and she died when I was little. A mystery still, since father decided to leave no notes at all.

@René Louis Dumont