[Eleanor turns, letting the flames die out in her hands as she does so, when she finds herself approached by another young man, this time, one with white hair. She tilts her head as she studies him, wondering if his offer of rectifying the situation will either lead to actual entertainment or greater embarrassment.
Eventually, she nods, relenting. It's not as if she has no means of getting herself out of the situation if it turns unfortunate.
And, she thinks, at least he has the decency to ask her first before showering her in verse. So she holds herself, mirroring the ways she's observed all the great ladies hold themselves, as if reigning over her own small, adoring court. She hopes she at least appears gracious.]
Hello, Seth. My name is Eleanor. By all means, if you believe you can do better, go ahead.
[She nods, turning to more fully face Seth, and waits.]
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Eventually, she nods, relenting. It's not as if she has no means of getting herself out of the situation if it turns unfortunate.
And, she thinks, at least he has the decency to ask her first before showering her in verse. So she holds herself, mirroring the ways she's observed all the great ladies hold themselves, as if reigning over her own small, adoring court. She hopes she at least appears gracious.]
Hello, Seth. My name is Eleanor. By all means, if you believe you can do better, go ahead.
[She nods, turning to more fully face Seth, and waits.]