Artem raised a brow before shaking his head. He lifted his left leg up and over the branch, leaning forward and resting on the palms of his hands face down on the limb he was reclining on. He braced himself as he began to fall forward. His hands spread out, arms down at his side as gravity let him down from his perch. A faint jade glow flashed briefly at his fingertips, followed by visable ribbons of air spiraling up his forearms from his wrists until they faded at his elbows. Just before hitting the ground, a heavy breeze picked up at his feet, setting him gently down on the ground, carrying a few stray leaves on its tide. The air settled within seconds, as Artem had already begun walking down the path, hands in his pockets, leading to the parks exit.
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