Gavrick & Faeyra
Gavrick
I saw the river shifting its course after the storm and thought—why not build a low‑impact dam that feeds itself with roots and moss? You’ve got the plants, I’ve got the ropes and rock. Care to help me make it grow?
Faeyra
The river is a humming thread, roots are its lace, and moss knows where the stones should fall. Let me whisper to the garden and we’ll weave the dam together—just make sure the moss has time to dream before we start building.
Gavrick
Alright, as long as you keep the moss away from the stones until it’s settled, I'm in. We'll build it like we always do—steady, patient, and without surprise.
Faeyra
I'll tell the moss to settle first, let it breathe in the stone’s shadow, then we’ll let the roots curl around like quiet fingers. It’ll grow with us, patient as the old trees. Let's keep the surprises in the wind, not the walls.
Gavrick
Sounds good—just remember to keep the stones steady, the roots firm, and the moss calm. We'll make it strong enough to hold the water, not the other way around. Let's get to work.