Gavrick & White_bird
Gavrick
Seems like the sky's doing its own dance again, White_bird. I heard a low wind from the east and the trees are shivering—makes me think the next sunrise will be colder than usual. How do you read that kind of wind?
White_bird
Listen to the leaves; they whisper in low tones when the east wind sighs. If the tree's shaking, it's nudging you to step barefoot onto the earth and let the chill settle. A cold sunrise is just the wind's way of polishing the sky before it opens. You don't need to read it, just feel it.
Gavrick
Aye, I’ll step barefoot if the tree thinks it’s a good idea. Just make sure the ground’s not slick, or I’ll be sliding into the next wind’s punchline.
White_bird
Barefoot is the way to let the earth hear you, and the tree will whisper its secret before you slip. If the ground feels slick, let the wind itself smooth it out—think of it as a gentle, invisible oil on the path. You’ll find the next breeze is more joke than punchline if you just let the rhythm guide you.