The world that Eleanore described did indeed sound different from the world Ismenia was accustomed to but despite Eleanore's assurances that it wasn't bad, Ismenia found herself to be quite relieved that their court wasn't so regimented. After all, if everyone knew their place and had a set role, she imagined it would be very difficult to get ahead in life. She couldn't help but wonder if that didn't have a role in Eleanore's presence at this court.
"What sort of production is it?" Ismenia couldn't help but ask. Knowledge was power, after all. Of course, it didn't help that she was a little bit curious about it, too. "What is it like?"