Frisson & Verta
Frisson
Ever notice how the wind through the wildflowers can feel like a secret tune? I’ve been thinking about turning those rustles into a melody—what do you think?
Verta
Oh, that idea is like a petal in a breeze, it feels like a song only the wind hears. If you could capture it, you'd have a secret lullaby that only the meadow knows. Just keep it light, don't let the silence get too heavy.
Frisson
Sounds like a whisper from the earth itself, a hush that carries its own rhythm. I'll let the meadow keep its secret and just play along with the breeze.
Verta
It’s like the meadow sighs in a language only the wind understands, and I’m happy to hear it in the quiet moments we share.