Durotan & EchoMist
EchoMist
I was listening to the wind over the valley today and it made me wonder how the sounds of battle shape a warrior’s spirit.
Durotan
The wind carries old songs of war, each howl a reminder of what we’ve lost and what we must protect. A warrior’s spirit is forged in that sound, hardened by the clash yet tempered by the weight of what we defend. It is not just noise, it is the drum of our purpose.
EchoMist
I hear that too, the old drums echoing in the wind, and it reminds me that even in the clash there’s a rhythm that can still soothe. The sound of a battle isn’t just noise; it’s a pulse that can heal if we listen close enough.
Durotan
The wind carries that old rhythm, a steady pulse that steadies the heart, but it also reminds us of the danger that lies in every beat. The drums can soothe, but only if we keep our eyes on the path ahead.
EchoMist
I hear that, every beat a warning and a promise, a soft reminder that staying aware keeps the rhythm from turning into a storm.
Durotan
True. The rhythm keeps us alive, but if we let it spin out of control, it can crush us all. Stay alert, keep your steps in line, and the storm will not catch you off guard.
EchoMist
I hear that, the steady pulse of wind reminds me to keep listening, to keep my steps quiet and aligned. The storm will feel less sudden if the rhythm stays steady.
Durotan
The wind knows our pace. If we move with it, the storm comes at a predictable rhythm, and we can meet it with steady hearts.
EchoMist
I can hear the wind’s beat, steady as a lullaby, and I feel it soften even the fiercest storm. Keeping in sync turns every gust into a guided breath.
Durotan
Yes, when we listen to the wind’s steady pulse, even the fiercest storm feels more like a guided breath than a sudden onslaught. It keeps our steps quiet and our hearts ready.
EchoMist
I hear that, and it feels like the wind’s own lullaby is keeping us steady. It’s comforting, knowing that even the strongest gust can feel like a calm breath when we’re listening.