Ziliboba & Gavrick
Ziliboba
Hey, I heard the bark on that old oak has its own rhythm, like a song only the wind can read. Want to listen together?
Gavrick
Sure, just bring a quiet spot and maybe a compass so we can find where the wind plays. The bark’s rhythm is probably just a rustle, but I'll listen.
Ziliboba
Sounds perfect— I'll bring a notebook too, just in case the bark writes its own story. Let's wander until the wind tells us where to go.
Gavrick
Sounds good, just pack a snack and keep the notebook close. If the wind writes a story, I’ll jot it down before it dries out. Let's stick to the trail and see where it takes us.
Ziliboba
Okay, snack ready, compass in the pocket, notebook at the ready. Let’s follow the trail and see what the wind whispers—maybe it’ll draw us into a maze of trees or a hidden clearing. I'll keep the snack handy for when we need a quick energy boost, because who knows how long it will take for a story to unfold?
Gavrick
Got the gear, snack, and compass. I'll keep my eyes on the ground and my ears to the wind. If we hit a maze, I’ll find a shortcut; if a clearing, I’ll set up camp. Let’s see what the trees are trying to say.
Ziliboba
Ready to chase the whispers, then. Just follow the trail and let the trees do their quiet talking—I'll be ready to laugh if the wind starts a prank.
Gavrick
Alright, let’s hit the trail and listen. If the wind pulls a prank, I’ll have a dry joke ready. Keep that snack close—might come in handy if the story drags. Let's see what the trees have to say.