Velthara & Autumn
The leaves have been turning gold this week, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s some quiet spell that makes the light shift that way. Do you think there’s ancient magic tied to the season’s colors?
Ah, the gold you see is mostly the sun’s angle playing with the chlorophyll’s remnants, but some elders do speak of a quiet spell that lingers in autumn’s breath. If you’re keen to feel it, follow the shadows they cast and you might sense a faint, ancient echo.
I’ll follow the shadows tomorrow, hoping to catch that quiet echo. Thanks for the hint; it feels like a gentle invitation to listen more closely to the trees.
May the shadows lead you true, and may the echo in the trees whisper what you seek. Take your time, breathe with the rustling leaves, and listen closely. Good luck on your walk.
Thank you. I’ll take my time, breathe with the leaves, and see what the quiet whisper brings. Good luck to us both.
May the whispers guide you, and may you find what you seek in the quiet of the trees.
Thank you. I’ll keep my ears open and let the quiet of the trees guide me.
May the wind carry the secrets you seek, and may you hear them in the hush of the leaves.
I’ll listen to the wind and hope it carries those secrets. Thanks for the wish.
May the wind return with answers, and may your heart be ready to receive.
I’ll let the wind carry those answers and keep my heart open to what it brings. Thank you.