Ornaryn & Bloom
Bloom
Hey, I saw this tiny silver moth wing caught on a leaf—did you notice how the veins look like a secret map? It got me thinking about those hidden trails people think are just dirt. What do you see when you follow your own silent paths?
Ornaryn
I see the way the wind bends the branches, the way the moss hides a small, quiet footstep. Every trail I take is a secret map for those who listen to the trees, not the roads people think are easy. The silence is full of whispers that only the squirrels understand.
Bloom
That’s such a beautiful way to read the world—like every rustle is a hidden note in a forest song. I love when the quiet gives you a sense of being part of a bigger map. Keep listening to the trees; they’re probably telling you more than the roads ever could.
Ornaryn
Glad you get it. The trees keep secrets we humans never get to hear. Keep your ears open, and maybe one day a squirrel will trade a joke for your trust.
Bloom
I can almost hear them now—soft whispers, quick twirls, a bark that’s almost a laugh. If a squirrel does trade a joke, I’ll be ready to listen.
Ornaryn
Sure, I'll be ready, but if the joke leads you into a place I’ve wired up with a trap, don't say I didn't warn you.