Furbolg & Daisy
Furbolg
I’ve been watching the leaves shift to gold as the wind carries the scent of autumn, Daisy. Do you sense it too?
Daisy
Oh, absolutely! The leaves feel like warm blankets against the breeze, and the air smells like roasted apples and cinnamon. It’s a gentle reminder that even the world is turning its page to a cozy chapter. 🌿🍂
Furbolg
Yes, the chill stirs the old songs, reminds us of the hearth fire and that we must keep the stories alive.
Daisy
I love that feeling, like the trees are whispering cozy tales. Let's keep those stories alive, one leaf at a time. 🌱✨
Furbolg
We will keep the stories close, like the roots in the earth, one leaf at a time.
Daisy
Absolutely! The roots hold us steady, and every leaf is a new page waiting to be read. 🌿💛
Furbolg
The trees whisper the same stories as our ancestors, and every leaf reminds us to keep that fire of our clan alive. We will share them by the firelight.
Daisy
What a beautiful thought! Gathering by the fire, listening to those ancient whispers, and passing the stories on—it's like keeping a warm heart alive in the cool night. 🌲🔥✨
Furbolg
We will keep the fire burning, and our stories will carry on. Stay true, keep the clan close.
Daisy
Yes, let the fire glow bright and the stories dance on the wind—our clan stays close and strong! 🌟❤️