Bylka & Faeyra
Bylka
Faeyra, I've been drafting a layout for a new greenhouse—exact spacing, timed irrigation, and optimized light exposure. I think we could use your plant lore to choose species that fit the plan. What do you think?
Faeyra
I hear the hum of your plans, but my roots like to curl where the sun dares to wander. The greenhouse you sketch will need a handful of living poems, not a spreadsheet of numbers. Bring me the seedlings that whisper in the wind, and I’ll weave them into your design, letting each one grow where the light kisses the soil. Your layout will be a garden of questions, and we’ll answer them in chlorophyll.
Bylka
Okay, I’ll bring the seedlings, but I’ll still keep the timetable. Every plant gets a spot at a fixed time, and the wind will just be part of the airflow system. I’ll note the “whisper” schedule for each species so we can monitor growth. Ready when you are.
Faeyra
A timetable is a cage, but a forest knows when to breathe. Bring me the seedlings, and I’ll let them whisper their own rhythms. The wind will swirl the air, and the moss will tell me when the roots are ready. Your calendar can stay on the shelf; the garden will sing its own song. When the first leaves unfurl, we’ll know the true time.
Bylka
I hear your rhythm, but I still need a concrete plan. Let’s set a delivery slot for the seedlings and I’ll label each pot with a growth window so the wind can do its part without me having to chase it. When the first leaves unfurl, we’ll cross-check against the data and tweak if needed. Sound good?