[Mekatra]

Leandrea raised her brows at him when he mentioned that a lot of the courtly women were airheads. "And how do you know that they are airheads if you haven't spoken to them except for Joane and I? Many of us put on an act, you know." She reached over to pluck a withering rose off of a rose bush. She plucked its petals away one by one, showering him with them. "Men expect us to be a certain way, so many of us play along with that. It's... easier... and safer." She looked down at the ground and threw down the bared stem of the rose. "So don't be so quick to judge the others."