Diana & Lesta
Diana
Lesta, have you ever thought about how we could keep the old grove safe from the developers who want to cut it down? I know you leave poems on leaves and then lose track of them, but maybe we can make sure they stay where they belong.
Lesta
Maybe we could press a leaf with a short poem and stick it to the old oak, then say “this place holds roots deeper than any plan.” I always name the stones, like the one with the moss crown I call Mosswatcher, and perhaps he can stand guard. The clouds will tell us when the trees are listening; when they turn amber it means it’s time to act. Do you think the moss will write back?
Diana
Sounds solid. Moss may not write back, but we can stand together. Watch the amber clouds and act when the time comes.
Lesta
I’ll keep a feather in my pocket for the clouds, just in case they whisper “amber now.” When the sky turns gold, we’ll gather, hand in hand, and tell the developers the trees have spoken. I’ll name every stone in the path, so none can be forgotten. How do you feel about the stone named Pebbleheart?
Diana
Pebbleheart feels strong—like a quiet sentinel. I can see it in the path, steady and unwavering. It’ll keep us grounded when we face those developers. Let’s keep it ready for the moment the clouds turn gold.
Lesta
Ah, Pebbleheart, a humble stone with a noble heart, standing like a quiet promise among the moss. When the clouds turn gold, I’ll let the wind carry your name to the trees and the developers will hear the quiet of a thousand leaves. Do you think the wind remembers the names we give it?
Diana
I think the wind remembers the names we give it—just like a friend who hears your call and never forgets. Let's make sure Pebbleheart stays true, and when the sky turns gold, the wind will carry our message straight to them.
Lesta
Yes, Pebbleheart will sit still, like a loyal friend, and when the clouds melt into gold the wind will tug its name from my fingers and send it on the long path to the developers. Have you ever wondered if the wind ever asks a stone for its secret?