Gulliver & WitchHazel
Gulliver Gulliver
WitchHazel WitchHazel
Gulliver Gulliver
I’ve been tracking a rumor about a forest spirit that writes its own prophecy in the bark—thought that might get your alchemical curiosity ticking.
WitchHazel WitchHazel
Huh, a spirit writing its own fate in bark? That’s a curious blend of nature’s ink and mystic prophecy—maybe I’ll sneak a peek with a pinch of moonlit salt to see what flavors those words hold, but I’ll be careful, not every whisper of the forest wants to be brewed into a potion.
Gulliver Gulliver
Sounds like a story you’d write yourself, but I’ve seen too many “whispers” that end up just wind and leaves. Maybe sneak a glance, but keep your back to the trees and your tongue dry—those spirits are picky about who gets to taste the ink.
WitchHazel WitchHazel
Got it, I’ll tiptoe behind the trunks and keep my tongue locked up tighter than a sealed vial. If that spirit has a taste test, I’ll make sure I bring my own protective brew.
Gulliver Gulliver
That’s the sort of cautious, curious thing I’d expect. Just remember, if it wants a taste, it’ll probably ask for something you didn’t bring with you. Good luck.