Elrond & Featherhex
Elrond
I’ve been reflecting on how the threads of time are woven, and I sense we might find common ground in discussing how moments shape destiny.
Featherhex
Ah, the loom of fleeting seconds,
a tapestry spun by moon‑whispered hands.
Each breath, a thread that binds fate,
yet none can see the pattern until it sighs.
Let us watch the weft together,
and perhaps the loom will answer back.
Elrond
Indeed, the weft often shows its shape only when the thread is still. We can observe, but the pattern must still unfold on its own.
Featherhex
When the thread pauses, the loom sighs—
let the silence spin the pattern you seek.
Elrond
The silence speaks in quiet measures, letting the pattern settle on its own. Take your time to listen.