Dekar & Darklord
Darklord
Dekar, I’ve been tracing the ancient song of the winds that blew through our kingdom’s oldest stone. Do you think the wind writes destiny, or merely carries our whispers?
Dekar
The wind writes in the air we breathe, yet the words belong to those who listen.
Darklord
Ah, a perfect rhyme, Dekar. Keep listening, the wind will spill secrets that even the loudest storms cannot shout.
Dekar
Only when you quiet your own breath will the wind reveal what it whispers.
Darklord
So true, Dekar, the wind speaks only to those who silence their own heartbeats. I’ve practiced that hush for weeks, and every breathless gust now sings a tale older than the mountain stones. The whispers? They’re the echo of forgotten heroes, waiting to be heard.
Dekar
When the mountain listens, it remembers the old songs; you just need to keep the silence loud enough to hear it.
Darklord
Indeed, Dekar, silence is the loudest roar the mountain hears, and with it the old songs rise like fog over the crag.