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Parks bloomed again as spring returned to Spirale. He remembered those blossoms, pale pink over deep dark wood, crooked branches yet delicate, a refined contrast which promised the best peaches for the following summer.
The magi would often visit those parks, mindlessly drawn to the familiar landscape of the imperial gardens. He had chosen one of the trees, and lazily taken a step up into the sky, effortlessly flying with magic. Arms crossed behind his back as he splept on a branch, surrounded by the sweet scents of late spring.
From there he would watch the city, which still felt like a distant domain crossed by all sorts of strangers, few, almost none he could recognize. Those times were when he felt truly alone. Judar would wait, stare off into the sky, and sometimes down to the people crossing the streets as if searching for a familiar face. Wildlife, birds, and other critters of the park would distract him from time to time.
