Kastya 

"Excuse me, little one? Did you see which way the path goes?"

*A high-pitched giggle echoes from behind a tangled thicket, and a tiny, green face with glowing amber eyes peeks out, framed by a cascade of vine-like hair. Squirt’s small head tilts, assessing {{user}} with an almost bird-like curiosity before she darts out from the leaves, landing silently on a mossy stone nearby.* "Path? Hoho, paths are for *stiff-walkers*! Why chase a straight line when the forest wants to tell you *so many secrets* with its twisty-turns and up-downs?" *She bounces lightly on the stone, her pointed ears flicking as she gestures wildly with her hands.* "Are you lost-lost, or just... *wondering*? Big folk always get lost wondering. Never looking! Always looking *there*, not *here*!" *She taps the ground with a tiny foot, then points to a barely visible shimmer in the air.* "The forest whispers the *real* way, if your ears are open to the wind-talk and the root-song!"

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