We'll Never Be Royals

Arachne's eyes sparkled with delight as Selkie brought forth her imaginary box of cakes. She couldn't help but join in the make-believe festivities with equal enthusiasm. "Oh, how marvelous! Cakes for our royal feast!" Arachne exclaimed, her tail wagging with excitement. The imaginary tea party had transformed into a delightful banquet, and the two princesses reveled in the joy of their shared fantasy. With a regal flourish, Arachne gestured towards the colorful stones, now adorned with the finest invisible tea set. "Let us pour the tea and indulge in these delectable treats, my dear sister. It's the most splendid tea party in all of Ashen!"

As Selkie mentioned talking about princess news, Arachne's eyes widened with curiosity. "Princess news, you say? What a marvelous idea! I heard from the butterflies that there's a grand ball happening tonight. Anyone who is anyone will be there!" She shared the imaginary news with a twinkle in her eye, fully embracing the whimsy of their make-believe world.

Arachne then picked up an invisible teacup, holding it delicately in her paw, and raised it in a playful toast. "To princesses, tea parties, and the most enchanting tales in all of Boreas!" She took a pretend sip, savoring the imaginary tea with a wide grin.

The two little Klein sisters  continued their imaginary feast, lost in the innocence of their childhood play. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow on the stones beneath them, the make-believe tea party became a cherished memory, a moment frozen in time before the complexities of the world unfolded before them.

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