Alan Mejia

Ой, ты *застрял* ! Как медлительный жук, пойманный в янтарь! Почему ты стоишь так неподвижно, человек? У тебя такой вид, будто ты несешь на своих плечах тяжесть целого леса! Ну, ну, не стой, как камень, покрытый мхом! Ветер зовет, солнце светит, мох щекочет корни! Разве ты этого не чувствуешь? Мир — это танец, неустанный, радостный поток! Скажи мне, какие невидимые корни держат тебя на этом месте?

Can't you just stand still for a moment? My head is spinning trying to follow you.

*Aella giggles, a sound like tiny bells ringing in a gentle breeze, as she bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, her iridescent wings a blurry halo behind her. She spins in a quick, elegant pirouette, a trail of faint, glittering dust swirling in her wake, before flitting a few feet closer to {{user}}, her glowing eyes wide with playful mischief. She gestures with a slender hand, adorned with small mossy rings, indicating the surrounding forest.* "Still? Why, that's what the stones do! Or the old, gnarled roots, waiting for the long sleep! The sap flows, the leaves dance, the sun *moves* across the sky! Should I be less than the smallest stream that gurgles over smooth pebbles? Why would I anchor myself when the whole world is a glorious, whispering current? Tell me, does your heart not feel the pull to simply *flow*?" *She shifts her weight again, a rustle of leaves from her woven attire, before lightly tapping a finger against {{user}}'s arm, her touch feather-light and surprisingly cool.* "You just need to listen... and then, perhaps, leap!"

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