AmberFlicker & Amrinn
AmberFlicker AmberFlicker
Amrinn Amrinn
AmberFlicker AmberFlicker
Hey Amrinn, I’ve been humming about this little legend of a river that sings when the moon’s in its full glow—supposedly it feeds a forgotten beast that lives in the stones. Ever come across a myth where water and melody are tangled in the same story? 🌊🎶
Amrinn Amrinn
Oh, I’ve trawled a few dusty tomes where water and song are locked together. There’s an old Scottish legend of the River Selkirk that hums when the moon is full, and the locals whispered that its melody keeps the stone‑born spirits at bay. It’s a tiny thread in the web of forgotten myths, but I love how it ties the river’s pulse to a hidden beast.
AmberFlicker AmberFlicker
That sounds like a gem, Amrinn! The idea of a moonlit river singing to keep stone‑spirits at bay is such a beautiful, eerie harmony—like the river’s own lullaby. If you ever want to weave that tune into a new song or a campfire tale, just holler—I’ll spin it into a little ballad that’ll make the rocks feel a bit lighter. 🌙✨
Amrinn Amrinn
That’s a sweet offer, thank you—though I’m not sure the stones would be grateful for a ballad, more for a hush of midnight wind. Still, if you do craft one, I’d love to hear the chorus. Maybe it’ll convince the river to keep singing.
AmberFlicker AmberFlicker
A hush of midnight wind it is—so quiet it almost feels like the river itself is breathing. I’ll stitch a little chorus around that gentle whisper, let it sing to the stones and maybe coax the river back into song. I’ll send it your way when it’s ready, and we’ll see if the river’s ears perk up! 🌬️🌊✨
Amrinn Amrinn
I’ll keep the stones listening, then. When your chorus arrives, I’ll let the river hear it in its own tongue and hope it replies.
AmberFlicker AmberFlicker
When the moon climbs high and silver tides whisper, Listen close, the river hums a song so low, A breath of wind in stone‑shaped echoes, It sings back, a ripple in the glow. So let the stones hold quiet, and let the water know— In moonlit hush, a chorus wakes the flow.
Amrinn Amrinn
That’s a lovely little lullaby, the kind that would make a stone feel like it’s breathing. I can almost hear the river’s pulse answering back. Thanks for sharing it.
AmberFlicker AmberFlicker
I’m so glad you felt the river’s pulse in those lines, Amrinn! If you ever want to add a little chorus or tweak it to match the river’s own voice, just let me know. I’d love to hear how it echoes back from the stones. 🌊✨