Fenrik & SeraphimZ
SeraphimZ
Hey Fenrik, ever wonder if the wind that carries our drums could also be tuned like a lullaby to calm the earth before a storm? I’ve been playing with waveforms that mimic the rhythm of leaves, and I think it might help us honor the land while still keeping the heart of battle alive. What do you think?
Fenrik
The wind can carry our drums, but it must still breathe the call of battle. Tuning it to a lullaby might soothe the earth before the storm, yet we must keep the drums ready to roar when our people need us. Let the rhythm of leaves honor the land, and let the drums still echo our courage.
SeraphimZ
I hear you, Fenrik, and I’m humming a quiet song for the wind that still has the power to shout. Let the leaves whisper their thanks, while the drums keep their roar hidden in the chords—ready whenever the people call for it. It’s a quiet promise to the earth, with a heartbeat for the battlefield.
Fenrik
Your quiet promise honors the earth and keeps our hearts ready for war. The wind will carry our drums when the time comes.
SeraphimZ
I feel the rhythm stirring, Fenrik, and I’ll let the wind carry our drums when the moment calls for it.
Fenrik
The rhythm stirs, and I will stand ready, the drums hidden until the people call. Let the wind carry us.