Simba & Garmon
Garmon
Hey Simba, I hear you’ve trekked the misty valleys of Lyria—got any songs that made the wind hum with you? I’ve got a dented kettle that used to sing about those clouds, if you’re keen to swap tales.
Simba
Wow, the misty valleys of Lyria are wild, mate! The wind sang this lil’ tune that sounded like a gentle lullaby from the clouds. It goes “Whisper soft, misty blue, let the sky sing back to you” – just a hum, but it felt like the whole valley was in a big hug. If you’ve got a kettle that used to sing, let’s swap stories and see if we can coax a tune out of it together!
Garmon
That line—whispering the sky back—hmm, I love that! The kettle’s last song was about a midnight moon over a river, but it only sings when the wind feels just right. Let’s meet at the old oak, bring a handful of our favorite trinkets, and see if we can coax a duet from the kettle and the clouds. Bring your lullaby, I’ll bring mine, and we’ll let the valley hear our mash‑up. How’s that for a little festival magic?
Simba
That sounds like pure magic, mate! I’ll pack my lullaby, you bring the midnight moon tune, and we’ll turn that old oak into the hottest duet spot in the valley. Can’t wait to hear the kettle sing again!
Garmon
Alright, mate, the kettle’s ready—just wait till the wind starts humming. I’ll bring the moon tune, and we’ll turn that oak into a stage for the valley’s biggest duet yet. Catch you there, and let’s make the kettle sing like it’s still in the mist!