Birdsong & Valor
Valor
Birdsong, have you ever thought about how the pulse of a forest can dictate the tempo of a battlefield? It’s a strange rhythm that can both calm and command, much like a song that guides a marching army.
Birdsong
Yes, I picture the trees breathing like drums, their leaves rustling a lullaby that even the drums of war can’t ignore, turning a battlefield into a strange, moving choir.
Valor
That’s a vivid picture, but remember the drums you’re listening to are just cover. The real rhythm is the order you give your troops—keep it tight, keep it moving. The trees can be a backdrop, not a commander.
Birdsong
I keep the order tight, but I still let the forest hum underfoot, a quiet reminder that even in marching there is a gentle pulse.
Valor
Your march stays steady, but keep your eyes on the front lines, not just the forest’s lullaby. A good commander listens to both the drum and the trees, but never lets the trees set the pace.