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She is dirt and bones and rocks.
She is a morass of tangled hair that you can run your long, slender fingers through for hours and still be finding blades of grass and caked in mud.
She is rough, covered in calluses from constantly searching for her next big find. Strong sturdy muscles from walking and swinging and climbing her way through new and interesting places. She could fly, but in her own words, flying everywhere would be less fun, there would be no challenge.
She is adventure.
She has curves to all your points, and you don't slot together like two pieces of a puzzle, but on the nights when you fly down to her hive because the voices are particularly loud, and you can't sleep, and you can't do this alone but she's the only one who understands... she pulls you against her anyway and massages your temples and gently shushes you, and even if you can't make your limbs fit snugly into hers, you still feel safe.
She is strong. Stronger then you could ever hope to be.
She is joy. When she laughs she tilts her entire head back and hoots, slapping her knees. Her excitement builds slowly and lasts for hours if not days. She is snappy retorts and sassy comebacks and very occasionally she even puns
She is alive. So very, very alive, and it never ceases to amaze you how someone so totally surrounded by death, from the bones she digs up to the ghosts she talks to on the daily can be so utterly radiant in the amount of life she has. Most days you feel she lives more than other Trolls live over sweeps.
These are just some of the things you love about Aradia Megido.