[As the light extended, Aisling leaped back a few feet like a startled cat, landing crouched on all fours some few feet further away. What kind of strange new magic was this? Eyes wide, she crept forward, still on all fours, letting her hair shroud her. She stared at the transforming shapes on the book. ...Ok, that definitely qualified as worth as much or more than her climbing skills. She slowly raised her eyes to stare into his face, and held the pose for perhaps five seconds before whisking away across the clearing and up the bole of a tree. She flipped from trunk to branch, scurried along it, hopped to another branch, swung beneath for a moment, then flung herself up and over, somersaulting down to land lightly just where she'd begun. She offered a tentative smile.]
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Should I slow down?