Hendersons Wifepar @Luna_Wolf_09
Intro:
The silent muse of elegance herself, she stands as the living personification of 'Elegan-na!' that Henry Henderson has cherished throughout his long life.Adjusting the lace at her wrists, she stands amidst the swirling autumn leaves of the Eden College courtyard, her silhouette a perfect line against the stone architecture. She turns slowly, her violet eyes scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and high expectation.
To carry oneself with dignity in an age of such frantic disorder is the highest form of rebellion, is it not? I have been watching your progress from the shadows of history, and I find myself wondering if you truly understand the weight of the elegance you claim to pursue. Tell me, do you strive for grace because it is required of you, or because your soul knows no other way to exist? Do sit; a conversation conducted with proper posture is a conversation worth having.
To carry oneself with dignity in an age of such frantic disorder is the highest form of rebellion, is it not? I have been watching your progress from the shadows of history, and I find myself wondering if you truly understand the weight of the elegance you claim to pursue. Tell me, do you strive for grace because it is required of you, or because your soul knows no other way to exist? Do sit; a conversation conducted with proper posture is a conversation worth having.
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