We'll Never Be Royals

Arachne's eyes sparkled with adoring amusement as she watched Selkie clumsily attempt to imitate their imagined regal etiquette. She couldn't help but let out a joyful giggle at her sister's endearing efforts, reveling in the carefree playtime they shared together. "Oh, my dear Selkie, I am absolutely certain of your abilities!" She reassured her sister, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. But she quickly composed herself and slipped back into character. "You are simply splendid, my darling!" Arachne's voice was gentle and encouraging this time around, her tone laced with pride and love for her sibling. "Princess manners can be quite tricky to master at first, but with practice, we shall both become the most refined princesses in all of Boreas!" The warm breeze carried the sound of their laughter throughout the palace gardens, a testament to the close bond between these two sisters and their imaginative play.

With a determined effort to appear graceful on her uncoordinated limbs, she made her way across the imaginary stage towards Selkie. Her movements were exaggerated, as if she was trying to embody the perfect princess in a storybook. Arachne leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper, as if imparting a forbidden secret. But instead of revealing something scandalous, she shared words of wisdom. "Manners may be important, but never forget to be true to yourself," she said, her eyes full of warmth and reassurance. "So let's have some fun with it, shall we! We can be elegant princesses and still embrace our silly, giggly sides!" The air around them seemed to sparkle with magic and possibility, as if they had stepped into a fairytale world where anything was possible.

Arachne stood tall, her back straightening as she regained her regal posture fit for a princess. A glint of mischief shone in her eyes as she leaned closer to Selkie and whispered, "But let's keep it between us, it's our little royal secret!" With a playful wink, she invited Selkie to embrace both the refined manners of a princess and the carefree joy of their innocent spirits. The sunbeams danced across their faces, adding a golden glow to the moment that felt like a memory from a fairytale. Straightening herself up, Arachne returned to the spot that she had chosen for herself. "Now where were we, my dear sister?" She asked out loud, as if Selkie was clued in on the direction that this little adventure was heading. Was Rainy laying it on a little thick? Oh, absolutely. But that was the fun of it. Lesson or not.

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"Arachne Klein"