Lapka & Shelest
Lapka
Hey Shelest, ever notice how the forest has its own beat, like the wind tick‑tock in the trees? I’ve been trying to choreograph a routine to that—what do you think?
Shelest
It’s like the wind is the conductor and the trees are the orchestra, you just need to find the pause between the ticks to step in. Go ahead, but keep your feet light—most trees prefer a quiet shuffle to a full dance.
Lapka
Yeah, totally feel that, like the forest’s breathing in sync with my footwork—just have to catch the breath between the twigs. I’ll keep my steps airy, no heavy stomps. Let’s glide!
Shelest
Just keep your mind quiet as the breeze—if the trees can breathe without a single footfall, so can your choreography.
Lapka
Got it, I’ll let the wind set the tempo and my thoughts follow the quiet sway, counting beats in my head while staying light on my feet—just a soft shuffle that feels like the trees themselves are dancing.