"These portraits are the pride of our house. A history of deeds achieved and honors bestowed."
A clear voice rings out from upon the elegantly styled landing. Portraits cover the wall from end to end, and a single girl stands before them. Her appearance is delicate, almost ephemeral, yet within her eyes is a cold, clear dignity.
"These are my mother and grandmother. Victors of many a race, and recipients of URA awards besides. Even among the history of our house, they stand tall and radiant."
White porcelain fingers trail through empty air. She holds a graceful right hand over the crimson ribbon upon her chest.
"Every member of our house strives to do the same—without exception."
Her words echo across the atrium.
The wall's countless eyes all gaze at the girl's back.
A clear voice rings out from upon the elegantly styled landing. Portraits cover the wall from end to end, and a single girl stands before them. Her appearance is delicate, almost ephemeral, yet within her eyes is a cold, clear dignity.
"These are my mother and grandmother. Victors of many a race, and recipients of URA awards besides. Even among the history of our house, they stand tall and radiant."
White porcelain fingers trail through empty air. She holds a graceful right hand over the crimson ribbon upon her chest.
"Every member of our house strives to do the same—without exception."
Her words echo across the atrium.
The wall's countless eyes all gaze at the girl's back.