The Fool, Reversed

Hilda is enveloped in light once more as her eyes grow dim.

"You've been reckless and inconsiderate, haven't you?" The Gypsy says as she feels herself getting smarter.

"...um... m-maybe..." Hilda laughs and snorts in a manner most unbecoming of her rapidly diminishing social stature. "...Sometimes the servants and other nobles... well..."

"Yes...?" The gypsy asks.

"...uh..." Things start to slip from Hilda's mind. They're little things at first, things she wouldn't miss. War strategy, history lessons, proper etiquette for social occasions, stuff like that. "...um..." Hilda's thought process seems to slow down as she starts to forget important things, like how to joust, what to look for in a fine armor, how to handle a sword.

"Yes?" The gypsy asks once more as she feels her intelligence rising.

"...They're like... big, dumb, stupid heads!" Hilda shouts, and then brays like a donkey at her own, not-so clever remark.

"But you're just too smart and cultured for them, aren't you?" The gypsy smirks, evidently stealing Hilda's smugness in addition to her higher education.

"Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck," Hilda guffaws like one of her uneducated peasants. The wise warrior having been reduced to a noble nitwit (or at least the equivalent of an ignorant high school drop-out). "Yeah... I'm like... totally smart!"

The bimbofied Hilda leans in close to the table as she eagerly waits for the next card to drop.