Pieces (Part 2)

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Looking through the window where six figures stood upon a vast golden magic circle, a man draped in pristine white robes lounged atop a towering sequoia tree. His long silver hair cascaded down, swaying like vines caught in the breeze, a sly grin tugged at his lips.

"What friendship, kekeke!"

A voice laced with amusement spilled into the night air.

From below, a woman with dark orange hair kicked the trunk of the sequoia tree, her expression one of thinly veiled irritation. The force of her strike made the entire tree tremble, rustling its leaves in protest.

"Her Highness only said to watch them, not judge them," she huffed.

The man chuckled, a rich, velvety sound, before taking a single step off the branch.