Suddenly, it seemed as though Ursa's gift had turned off, causing my heart to skip a beat as she swiftly hung her body on the tree's bark, clawing her fingers into it almost immediately.
"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling the tension from where I stood.
"Yes, don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Ursa replied, turning her head downwards and speaking loudly before fixating her gaze upwards and beginning to climb. After a while, she activated her gift again and rose eight more feet in the air. Then her gift switched off once more, making her cling to the tree's bark again with her fingers as she climbed upwards. The process repeated like this over and over again until she finally reached the top of the tree, positioning her body to comfortably sit on one of its branches.
"I've got it!" Ursa yelled out joyfully towards us from the top of the tree.
"Nice, throw it down carefully," I responded, cautioning her not to get too overexcited.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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