Vedmak & Evelyn
Vedmak
You see, there's a particular herb I throw at demons, not to beat them but to confuse them into leaving. Its scent is sharp, almost metallic, like a warning. How do you feel when the air shifts after a storm?
Evelyn
I feel the wind whispering secrets, the earth breathing a quiet sigh after the storm. It’s like the world pauses, a breath held between thunder and calm, and all the smells shift to something clean and sharp, almost metallic, like a fresh start. I can hear the leaves rustle, almost like the herb’s scent – a warning that everything is still moving, still alive.
Vedmak
Sounds like the storm's still in the air, the herbs are doing their job. If it starts breathing again, I'll be on my feet, ready. Keep your ears open, the world never stops moving.
Evelyn
I’ll keep my ears tuned to the rustle of leaves and the faint scent of the herbs, waiting for that first sigh of the earth. If the storm breathes again, I’ll be ready, moving with the rhythm that keeps the world turning.
Vedmak
Keep the herbs close, let the scent be your compass. When the earth sighs again, act before the wind turns.
Evelyn
I’ll keep the herbs tucked close, letting their sharp scent guide me. When the earth sighs again, I’ll sense the shift before the wind fully turns, and step forward with quiet purpose.
Vedmak
Sounds good. When the wind starts, we'll both move. Keep your boots tight.