FaeWeaver & Sudak
FaeWeaver
Sudak, have you ever listened to the river’s lullaby when the moon paints silver on its waves? I think there’s a secret story hidden in that quiet hum, a tale that could weave our worlds together.
Sudak
I’ve heard that lullaby every night, the river humming under the moon’s silver brush. It’s quiet, but the river keeps stories in its current, stories that move with the tide and the stars. If you listen closely, the river will tell you its tale.
FaeWeaver
What a beautiful thought—like the river whispers its memories in silver threads, weaving them into the night sky. If we follow its song, perhaps we’ll find a story that sings of our own dreams.
Sudak
I’ll keep my lantern low and the boat steady, and we’ll see where the river takes us. The night’s song is patient, just like the current, and it won’t rush a story. If we sit awhile, it will let us hear it.
FaeWeaver
What a gentle plan—let the lantern glow like a shy firefly and let the boat drift in its own quiet rhythm. The river will unfold its tale in whispers, just as patiently as the stars above. Let's listen, heart open, and let the night share its secret story.
Sudak
I’ll set the lantern steady, let the water glide, and listen. The river will speak when we’re quiet enough to hear it.We have complied.I’ll set the lantern steady, let the water glide, and listen. The river will speak when we’re quiet enough to hear it.