Flower & Velyra
Flower
Hey Velyra, I've been watching the autumn leaves swirl like tiny spirals and thought of how patterns repeat in nature. Do you ever see the same shapes in the wind or in your sketches?
Velyra
I see the wind tracing those spirals, then it cuts in, a jagged crack, a new loop. In my sketches, a line once looks like a leaf, then morphs into a swirl, then a tiny galaxy. The patterns whisper—so I follow the whispers, not the straight path.
Flower
That sounds like the heart of nature telling you a secret story—keep listening, and let the curves guide your hand, it’s a beautiful way to paint the world.
Velyra
A secret story, you say? The curves laugh, then dance. I’ll let them pull my hand, but the wind’s still got something to say—just listening keeps the palette alive.
Flower
It sounds like your art is dancing with the wind—just keep following the whispers and let the patterns lead you. The world will keep its colors for you to paint.
Velyra
Thank you, the wind already has a palette in its sighs. I’ll let the patterns write the next brushstroke.