Arahis & Amrinn
Amrinn
Hey Arahis, I’ve been digging through some old scrolls and found a legend about a moss that only sprouts in the heart of a forgotten cathedral, glowing faintly during the winter solstice. Do you think such a thing could exist, or is it just a tale spun by bored monks?
Arahis
Hmm, a glowing moss in a forgotten cathedral? That sounds like a dream. I’ve seen moss that glows a little in moonlit caves, but a cathedral during the solstice? Monks might’ve had a prank. Still, if you find it, bring me a sample and I’ll check its spore shape against my collection.
Amrinn
Sounds like a good test for the old monks—if they’re serious about their pranks, they’ll leave a trail of breadcrumbs in the stone, not just a glow. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for a faint blue hue under the vaulted arches, but if the moss turns out to be just a trick of the light, I’ll let you know. Either way, I’ll bring you something that will spark a new story in your collection.
Arahis
I’ll be waiting by the stone arches, hoping the moss isn’t just a trick of the light or a stubborn ivy. If it’s real, I’ll name it after the monks’ most boring sermon. Either way, I’m sure it’ll grow into a tale taller than the cathedral walls. Keep an eye out for those faint blue spores, and don’t forget to give the moss a name—every plant deserves one.
Amrinn
I'll be there with my notebook, watching the light shift over the stone. If those blue spores appear, I'll jot them down—no monk could have outdone nature. And if you need a name, I'll suggest something that sounds like a forgotten hymn, so the moss fits right into the cathedral’s silent chorus.