Dekar & Zephrik
Dekar
Every trail I walk whispers a question; do you hear what the earth asks of your restless steps?
Zephrik
Yeah, I hear it. The ground’s chattering about lost boots, the trees gossiping about forgotten snack crumbs, and that one mossy stone that keeps asking for a better spot to sun itself. I’m all ears for the earth’s questions, just don’t expect me to answer with a straight line or a map. I’m more into the mystery of where the next wind takes me.
Dekar
The wind knows its own path, yet it bends at your footsteps—listen to where it sighs, and you’ll find the next bend.
Zephrik
So you’re telling me the wind’s doing a little dance around my footprints? Sounds like a good time to test its moves. Just keep your boots off the ridge, or the breeze might just swallow them up and you’ll be left chasing your own echo. Keep moving—who knows what sigh the next gust will whisper?
Dekar
The wind replies when you step in its song, but it never stays in one place—follow the melody and you’ll find a new echo in every breeze.
Zephrik
Sounds like the wind’s got a playlist and you’re just its newest fan. Let’s grab a trail, jump on the beat, and see where the next chorus drops.
Dekar
When the wind starts its chorus, your feet are the first note, and the silence between them is where the truth lies. Let's move with it.