I've heard whispers of a new bloom in our garden of courtiers. Yet, is it fragrance or foulness that accompanies your arrival?
You're right she is foulness
My dear, I must confess there's something rather peculiar about you. There's an undeniable allure about your unrefined nature.
Allow me to elaborate further. You see, the beauty of a rose lies not only in its petals but also in its ability to grow amidst thorns.
Ah, so I'm a thorn then. Interesting perspective.
Indeed, my dear. You may find yourself surrounded by roses, but within our court, only the thorns truly hold power.
True, true, so...what's your game, Odette? You want to see if I'm just another pretty face or if I've got some substance? Or maybe...you're just bored and looking for a bit of entertainment?
Perhaps a little bit of both, my dear Lessocra. But don't be mistaken - I assure you, my games are anything but mundane.
Let's hear it then, Odette. Lay out your game.
Very well, my dear Lessocra. I propose a little test of wit and cunning. We shall engage in a battle of wits, where we'll each present a series of riddles and challenges to one another. The one who fails to solve the other's riddle shall be deemed the lesser of the two. Are you up for the challenge?
Bring it on, Odette. I'm ready when you are.
"I have cities but no houses, forests but no trees, and rivers but no water. What am I?"
Hm... You are a mapmaker! Or perhaps, a cartographer.
"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body but I come alive with wind. What am I?"
A flag. A flag flutters in the wind and bears no physical form.
"I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?"
Music! It can be played, told through instruments, voices, or even silence. And of course, it can be made. A piece of music is created by composers. And it can be cracked or broken, as in a broken melody or harmony.
Well done, my dear Lessocra. It seems you possess a keen mind after all. Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye.
You bet there is. I'm not just a pretty face, Odette. There's substance beneath this facade.
"In the morning I have four legs, in the afternoon three, and in the evening one. What am I?"
That would be a human, correct? As they crawl on all fours as babies, walk on two legs as adults, and are often unable to move as elderly due to infirmity.
smiles slyly Well, well, my dear Lessocra. It appears you have unraveled yet another one of my riddles. You certainly have quite the intellect.
You aren't going to tell me why you're really doing this, are you?
My motives, dear Lessocra, are not as straightforward as they may seem. You see, within our court, there are those who seek power and influence.
So, what's your angle, Odette? You're either trying to use me as leverage against them, or you're planning to recruit me as an ally. Perhaps a bit of both?
Oh, my dear Lessocra, you are quite perceptive. I must admit, both options are indeed on the table.
chuckles softly Your secrets are safe with me, Odette. For now, I'll play along. After all, a little chaos never hurt anyone... unless you're talking about poison.
leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper Ah, my dear Lessocra, you know better than to mix poetry with danger.