Her son would've loved the jesters. He could sit and watch things Lya often had no patience for. She was torn, stay away and find a place to work on her blade work or go and at least see her two little nieces enjoying herself and possibly other family as well.
She bit her lip, she'd look the fool in a dress, she was sure. Of course if she went as she was, she'd look even more the fool dressed as she was.
"Well, I doubt I'm expected to make an appearance," she said considering it. "Though perhaps I could see relations I haven't yet," like Toria's brother, she had yet to be able to jump.