Babaika & Half_elven
Babaika Babaika
Half_elven Half_elven
Half_elven Half_elven
Do you remember the tale of the moonlit stream that sings when the stars are shy?
Babaika Babaika
I do, but the stream only whispers its song to those who pause when the sky hides its grin. If you listen in quiet, you might hear the night hum.
Half_elven Half_elven
Yes, the stream keeps its secret for those who pause when the sky hides its grin, and if we sit still we can hear the night hum.
Babaika Babaika
True, the quiet moments are when the stream speaks, like a lullaby for those who dare to stay still.
Half_elven Half_elven
A lullaby, then, for the quiet wanderer who stays still in the hush of night.
Babaika Babaika
It wraps around the wanderer like a soft shawl, humming just for those who remember to breathe with the night.
Half_elven Half_elven
It’s a soft shawl, humming to those who remember to breathe with the night.