Daughter & Werebear
Werebear
Did you ever notice how the trees seem to whisper their own tales when the wind blows?
Daughter
Yeah, I think I do. The wind rattles the leaves and I can almost hear a chorus of old stories. I love trying to imagine what each branch is saying, like a secret letter written in bark and breeze.
Werebear
The wind’s a choir, but it’s the roots that keep the song alive. Remember, the quietest branches hold the biggest stories.
Daughter
I can picture the roots digging deep, holding all those untold tales while the branches dance above. It feels like the quiet ones carry the heaviest stories.
Werebear
Those quiet roots are like the old ones who keep the memory of the forest. Stay close, and you'll feel their pulse in your own feet.
Daughter
I feel like I’m hearing the forest’s heartbeat when I’m near the ground, like a soft echo of everything that’s been here before. It makes me want to stay awhile, listening to what the old roots have to say.
Werebear
Keep your ears open, the old roots hum when the night is still. If you stay long enough, they’ll let you know what’s truly weighty.
Daughter
I’ll try to stay quiet and listen, hoping the roots will share their heavy stories with me.