Further elaboration...

[glitter_regalia]

She is an army of white lace and boning, there are drums beating behind her. In her head there is a flurry of hooves and guns blazing with each step she takes, a thousand John Waynes on each side. No mere decoration, too much woman. She threatens to burst through her foundations, split seams and rip eyelets from their soft cotton sockets. In the elaborate tangles of her hair, tiny birds nest. Heels click, too high for mortal tendons.

They are frail beside her, as much as they press into the small of her back and rest their hands upon her broad shoulders. She will lead them into places where she would not follow, into matters where they have no choice nor desire.