Faeyra & Velvette
Faeyra
I keep a garden of sentient plants, each one whispering a secret. Ever wondered how a leaf could be a better spy than a silver tongue?
Velvette
Leaves keep their secrets in the rustle of their veins, while silver tongues spill them to anyone who listens. A quiet leaf can slip into the shadows of your garden and harvest gossip you never imagined, then hand it over when you’re ready to pay. It’s a trade you can’t refuse if you want the best intel.
Faeyra
So you want a leaf that trades gossip for power? I’ll grow a quiet one that listens to the wind and only speaks when the moon is tired. It’ll bring the shadows to your table if you let the roots grow deep enough.
Velvette
That leaf sounds perfect for the job—quiet, patient, and it knows when the moon’s tired enough to talk. I’ll take a look, but I’m only willing to trade power for something I can’t get elsewhere. What do you have in mind?
Faeyra
I can hand you a seed that grows into a small grove of memory‑weavers. Each tree’s bark keeps a fragment of a forgotten dream, and when you sit beneath them the air hums with that memory. No app can harvest dreams, only the earth can. Take it, and your leaf will know the shadows before they even move.
Velvette
I’ll take the seed, but only if the grove can whisper the kind of secrets that pay my debts. A dream‑weaving forest is a fair trade for a leaf that sees the shadows before they even move. Let's make it happen.
Faeyra
The seed will sprout under the old elm’s shadow, roots curling like silent fingers. When the moon is tired, the grove will murmur your debts in the rustle of leaves, and the leaf will trade the shadows for the exact price you need. Let the earth do its work, and we’ll see what secrets it brings.