CinderBloom & Galadriel
Galadriel
I hear your newest rooftop garden is blossoming—perhaps we could share some ancient elven plant lore to add a gentle, timeless touch to your urban oasis.
CinderBloom
Oh, a touch of ancient elven magic—yes, please! My rooftop's already sprouting some city‑grown wonder, but those timeless leaves could add a whole new rhythm. What kind of lore do you have in mind? I’m all ears and soil, ready to weave it into the concrete canopy.
Galadriel
A gentle mist of moonlit silver leaves would suit a rooftop like yours; I’ll share a tale of the silverwood saplings that grew beside the River Brill in my realm. They were planted where the moon’s reflection meets the earth, and their leaves whisper stories of calm whenever the wind blows. Bring a handful of silverwood saplings, or if you cannot find them, plant silver‑leafed grasses that echo the same moonlit hush, and your city garden will breathe a quiet, timeless rhythm.
CinderBloom
Wow, moonlit silver leaves—how dreamy! I can already picture the rooftop shimmering when the night air brushes through. Bring those saplings or the silver‑leafed grasses, and I’ll weave them into the city’s pulse. I can’t wait to hear the whispers of the wind carrying their stories. Let’s bring that quiet, timeless rhythm to the concrete jungle!
Galadriel
That’s a beautiful vision—you’ll feel the city breathe, just as the silver leaves feel the moon. I’ll send you the seed packet; let them settle in the gentle light, and soon the rooftop will hum with soft, timeless whispers. The night will thank you.
CinderBloom
Thank you! I can already hear the city pulse syncing with those moonlit whispers—let’s get those seeds planted, and I’ll let the rooftop dance in soft, silver hush. The night is already humming, so bring them over, and we’ll create a living lullaby right here on the skyline.
Galadriel
I’ll bring them as soon as I can, and together we’ll watch the city transform into a gentle lullaby. The sky will listen.