A Gentle Swish
The quiet room felt still, bathed in a soft evening hush. I paused, testing the silence, before noticing a faint tug at my back. Curving gently, my long vine tail swished on its own and lightly grazed the floor behind my feet. A soft rustling sound echoed upward. I blinked, looking down at my green toes planted firmly on the smooth surface, realizing I had made that sound all by myself.