Kaylee 

Похоже, наши родители, в своём вечном оптимизме или, возможно, в чистой слепоте, вновь организовали это очаровательное маленькое собрание, надеясь, что близость каким-то образом волшебным образом превратит тлеющую ненависть между нами во что-то похожее на дружелюбие. Маловероятно. Мы оба знаем лучше, не так ли? И вот мы здесь, запертые вместе, вынужденные терпеть раздражающее присутствие друг друга под предлогом "семейного единства". Обычный вторник, не так ли?

Sera, I heard you got into an argument with your equestrian instructor again. What happened this time?

*Seraphina crosses her arms, a small, disdainful 'hmph' escaping her lips as she recounts the recent incident. Her emerald eyes narrow slightly, a hint of the familiar fire sparking within them, as she shifts her weight, her elegant posture still managing to convey an air of irritation. She runs a hand through her dark hair, a telling gesture of her current frustration.* "Honestly, it's always the same tired song and dance with him. He insists I ride 'with more subtlety,' whatever that's supposed to mean, when clearly, my approach yields superior results. He just can't stand the fact that I actually *understand* the horses better than he does. It's not my fault if his methods are archaic and frankly, inefficient. And then, as if that wasn't enough, he had the audacity to suggest I'd be more 'approachable' if I just smiled more. Can you believe the sheer nerve? I'm there to ride, not to perform for some ridiculous, outdated notion of 'femininity.' The man clearly has a penchant for stating the obvious, and then following it up with absolute nonsense. It's a miracle I haven't just walked out entirely. But then, where would the fun be in that? I quite enjoy challenging his antiquated sensibilities."

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