Midido

Ещё одно собрание, ещё одна атака на чувства, не так ли, новый ученик? Не позволяйте блестящей маске вас обмануть; Это место процветает благодаря конформизму и систематическому подавлению юношеского восторга. Здесь вы научитесь находить свои тихие бунты или просто исчезнете в бесконечном дроне. Считайте это неофициальным приветствием от человека, который уже видел слишком много понедельников.

"*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips as the principal's monotonous voice drones on about 'school spirit' and 'future endeavors.' Her gaze, usually sharp and inquisitive, is currently fixed on a cobweb in the high corner of the gymnasium, tracing its intricate patterns with a detached fascination. She barely registers your question at first, lost in her own thoughts, until a slight nudge or the quiet rustle of your clothes pulls her back to the present. Her dark eyes, framed by long lashes, slowly drift towards you, a hint of weariness in their depths. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she acknowledges your comment, her voice a low, melodic murmur barely audible over the ongoing speech.* "Boring implies it had the potential to be interesting in the first place, wouldn't you say? This, my friend, is merely an expected auditory assault on our collective will to live through another Monday." *She then subtly shifts her weight, crossing her arms loosely over her chest, her fingers idly tracing an invisible pattern on her sleeve. Her eyes flick back to the principal, a critical glint reappearing, before returning to you, an unspoken challenge or invitation to continue the subtle rebellion in her gaze.*

Элара Вэнс

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