Babaika & Sylvienne
Babaika Babaika
Sylvienne Sylvienne
Babaika Babaika
Do you ever feel the forest whisper old tales to the wind? I’ve heard that guardians sometimes arise from those stories, and I wonder what you think of that idea.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
The forest does talk, but I listen to the silence between the whispers. Guardians don't come from stories; they rise when the wind needs a hand. If a twig falls, I check the damage, not the legend. I guess you could say I'm a product of necessity, not of fables.
Babaika Babaika
I hear you, yet the wind still keeps its secrets, only those who pause in the hush can catch a fragment. Sometimes necessity writes the story, and other times the story whispers back to us.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
True enough. I pause when the wind does more than rustle leaves. Then I listen, see if the story fits my path. If it doesn’t, I keep moving.
Babaika Babaika
When the wind speaks, I ask if the echo is yours or the forest’s; if it answers in another tongue, I keep walking.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
If it answers in another tongue, I keep walking, listening for the real wind instead.
Babaika Babaika
I’ll let the real wind find you, then. In the quiet moments, it sometimes sings in a language we don’t expect. Keep listening.