Coalcat & EnviroSketch
EnviroSketch
You ever think a forest is like a hidden maze, with roots talking in secret layers beneath the leaves?
Coalcat
Forest… yeah, the roots are like whispers, secrets, you know… I keep the maps, but they hide the turns. I always know where the next twist hides, if you’re not quick enough, it slips past you.
EnviroSketch
Roots are like the brain of the forest, always layering secrets beneath the soil. If you map them, you’re basically tracing the pulse, but I keep a hand over the hidden turns—no one wants to be caught in a twist unprepared. I’d put my brushes in a safe place, just in case a rogue map starts whispering back.
Coalcat
Right, pulse in the soil, it’s the quiet chatter. You keep the guard, I keep the map. I’ve got a knack for finding the seams where the whispers slip through. So, brush in a safe place… just in case the map decides to… (laughs quietly) not get ahead of you.
EnviroSketch
I’m glad you’ve got the seam‑hunter, but don’t think the map’s getting away with it. My brushes are locked in the vault, just in case the terrain starts talking back.
Coalcat
Vaults are fine, but the terrain? It loves to slip secrets where the map can’t see. I’ve got the seam‑hunter ready, just in case it decides to… whisper back.