"Nothing particularly useful, or that I don't already know," Seneca replied as she tried to dodge the smoke ring that had come her way. She already knew how to operate in high society, how to speak in public, how to dance, and how to fan herself gratefully.
"It seems to me that this school will only teach me how to be more like... Mother." Alexandria. She had been highly skilled in the feminine arts - embroidery, flower arrangements, and the like. She had been beautiful and well dressed. She had also never received any praise for being skilled in those sorts of things. And now Seneca was supposed to learn how to be proficient in those things, when she had spent all her life looking down upon anything associated with the feminine.
"It seems to me that this school will only teach me how to be more like... Mother." Alexandria. She had been highly skilled in the feminine arts - embroidery, flower arrangements, and the like. She had been beautiful and well dressed. She had also never received any praise for being skilled in those sorts of things. And now Seneca was supposed to learn how to be proficient in those things, when she had spent all her life looking down upon anything associated with the feminine.