Barsuk & Elyrith
Elyrith
Hey Barsuk, have you ever come across that moonlit fern that’s said to ease headaches? I’m hunting for a real specimen—no fancy potions, just plain forest magic.
Barsuk
I’ve heard the story but never seen it myself. The old birch grove near the creek, right where the light hits the moss, is where people say they’ve found those ferns. Bring a good lantern and a pocket knife—just in case you need to cut a path. Headaches aren’t easy to fix with a single plant, but the forest has its own ways.
Elyrith
Sounds like a plan—I'll bring the knife, but I prefer to tread softly. That fern is shy, so let the light do the cutting, not my blade. I’ll bring a lantern and trust the forest’s rhythm. Let's see if the moss really knows the trick.
Barsuk
Good call, keep the steps light, let the moon guide you. The moss will keep its secrets if you stay quiet, and the fern will reveal itself when the light hits it just right. Stick to the path, keep an eye on the shadows, and trust that rhythm—nature never rushes too fast. Good luck.
Elyrith
Thanks for the heads‑up, Barsuk. I’ll stay quiet, keep my lantern low, and let the moon do the rest. The forest’s rhythm always has a way of showing what it wants. We'll see what the fern thinks of us. Good luck to us both.