Leggings (Her/Muliebris) (WindSong Flower) RJSTH@Fabric#2 RJSTHW2021 RJS

Hark, noble Grail Night, to my forging call,
A Grail Smith's fire, within my mighty hall.
In this realm of creativity, we shall embark,
Together we'll shape dreams, a wondrous spark.
My anvil, it sings, like the minstrels of old,
With each hammer's strike, a tale shall be told.
Customization's canvas, your noble canvas to be,
Together we craft, with hearts bold and free.
Here, in my workshop, your vision shall gleam,
In each piece you imagine, and in every seam.
No defect shall linger, for I'll make it right,
In the heart of this forge, we'll kindle the light.
Swift as a stallion, my creations take flight,
With your heraldry, we'll conquer the night.
Eco-friendly virtues, a bond we shall weave,
In the name of craftsmanship, let us not deceive.
The pieces we birth, like art of ages past,
Are exclusive, unique, destined to last.
In this realm of crafting, a Grail Smith's hand,
Shall fashion masterworks for your noble band.
A seamless journey, as you step through the gate,
In the kingdom of custom, the hour never grows late.
For testimonials and reviews, hear the sweet song,
Of the art we create, noble and strong.
Embrace the new arrivals, as the seasons whirl and spin,
In our workshop, together, let the forging begin.
Noble Grail Night, in this fellowship partake,
In the world of custom art, let's our dreams awake.
Come, valiant shopper, heed my forging plea,
I'm a Grail Smith, as you can clearly see.
In the forge of creation, our destinies shall meld,
To craft masterpieces, in the stories yet to be held.
~Scribe of the Mystic Quill