To them, she was perfect – poise and grace combined with education and humility. She need not say anything at all, for the audience gathered around and simply listened to the symphony of her voice, letting it flow through the grove the crescendos ebbing and flowing like the cool surf. ![]() When she spoke, her voice was mellifluent, words cascaded over crowd like the songs of the night larks. The burden of her new station weighed heavily upon her, not just the weight of the crown upon her head, but it bore down on her shoulders and weighed in her mind. She wondered if they heard her heart beating it sounded so incredibly loud in her ears and she was certain in reverberated off the trunks of the large, old trees throughout the ceremonial grove. Cerulean eyes washed out over the crowed of elves and woodland creatures which gathered in the grove to watch her take the new crown. She felt her hands fluttering, but they did not move at all as she held the sceptre of her station. She portrayed the poise of her newly attained station.
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