Fonar & Tinselroot
Fonar Fonar
Tinselroot Tinselroot
Tinselroot Tinselroot
Did you notice how the fireflies line up at the old willow? They seem to be encoding something, and I’ve been trying to crack the pattern. What do you make of it?
Fonar Fonar
Yeah, I saw them. They do line up like a Morse‑code flicker, but I suspect it’s just the wind and light playing tricks. If you’re hunting a secret message, you might be chasing shadows.
Tinselroot Tinselroot
The wind does dance, but the fireflies keep their pulses. I’ll keep listening for the rhythm that the wind can’t hide.
Fonar Fonar
Sounds like you’re listening to nature’s own radio station. I’ll watch the willow and see if it ever stops blinking. If anything, it’s a good excuse to stay out of the dark.
Tinselroot Tinselroot
If the fireflies pause, that’s the signal I’ll be watching. Stay alert—darkness hides the quiet ones.
Fonar Fonar
I’ll keep my watch on the willow, ready to flag a pause. If they do go silent, just give me a heads‑up—unless you’re trying to pull a midnight prank on me.
Tinselroot Tinselroot
Sure thing. If the willow’s lights go still, I’ll buzz over. No pranks, just a signal to the next mystery.
Fonar Fonar
I’ll keep my eyes on the willow. If the fireflies go mute, I’ll assume it’s a secret and be ready to follow. Just don’t expect me to stay up all night for nothing—unless it’s truly a mystery.
Tinselroot Tinselroot
Got it—watch the pause, not the glow. I’ll keep the signal tight and let you know when the night calls. No night‑long watch unless the whispers insist.