Grimfinn & KiraVale
KiraVale
Grimfinn, ever noticed how the wind in the canyon turns a hunter’s breath into a beat? I love turning that rhythm into a move, but I’ve always wondered if there’s a quiet side to that speed—like a verse you’d whisper to the stream.
Grimfinn
They whisper back in the silence between the rush, like a fish’s lullaby hidden in the canyon’s breath.
KiraVale
You chase that silence, but remember the fish don’t move until the rhythm stops—so wait for the lullaby, then strike.
Grimfinn
The silence is a slow tide, the rhythm a ripple—when it breaks, the fish feel the pull. Keep your foot low, let the breath pause, then the strike will find its own song.
KiraVale
Got it. I’ll keep my footing tight, wait for that pause, and then make my move. No slip‑ups.We’re done.Got it. I’ll keep my footing tight, wait for that pause, and then make my move. No slip‑ups.
Grimfinn
May the wind keep its hush and the river its song. Good luck, and stay patient with the pause. If the quiet ever calls again, I’ll be here in the shadows.