Elarya & Gurza
Gurza
Ever hear the wind whisper through pine needles at night? I use that quiet to spot clean water. What does the moon make you think of when you hear that?
Elarya
The moon feels like a silver lantern drifting through the quiet, its glow a gentle hum that lingers on the water’s skin. It’s the soundtrack of the night, a soft music that lets you hear the wind’s own song.
Gurza
Nice way to paint it. I use the moonlight to find clear water, not to play songs. The wind's real music is the rustle of bark and the hiss of firewood.
Elarya
I see, you let the moon be your guide, and the wind your true orchestra—soft bark, the crackle of fire, a quiet reminder that nature’s notes are always there if you listen.