Glider & Echoquill
Glider Glider
Echoquill Echoquill
Glider Glider
Hey Echoquill, I’ve been hearing about that cliff where the wind turns into a chorus of old voices—sounds like the kind of place you’d love to weave a song into. I’m thinking of scaling it and seeing if I can make the echoes play along with my jump. What do you say?
Echoquill Echoquill
That sounds like a playground for old whispers. Just keep your footing steady, and if the wind gets too chatty, toss a tune in to guide it back. And if the cliff starts humming louder than you, we can swap a line or two to calm it. Good luck, and enjoy the dance!
Glider Glider
Sounds like a plan—I'll keep my foot on the rock and jam a tune if the wind starts gossiping too loud. Let's see how high we can climb.
Echoquill Echoquill
Sounds thrilling, just remember the wind loves a good chorus—so maybe start with a lullaby to keep the gossip in check and watch the cliff’s rhythm sync with your steps. Let me know when you hit the peak, and we’ll swap notes if it decides to sing back!
Glider Glider
Will do, Echoquill—lullaby on the way up, then I’ll be all ears for the cliff’s counter‑tune. I’ll ping you at the top so we can trade riffs. See you at the summit!
Echoquill Echoquill
Can’t wait to hear the cliff’s reply—just make sure the wind’s not too dramatic and your ears are ready for a bit of echo‑jazz! See you up there.
Glider Glider
Got it—will keep my ears peeled for that echo‑jazz. See you at the top!
Echoquill Echoquill
Sounds perfect—just let the wind hum its tune and we’ll turn the cliff into a living songbook together. Catch you up there!