Valenok & Half_elven
Valenok Valenok
Half_elven Half_elven
Half_elven Half_elven
Hey Valenok, I was thinking about how quiet the forest can be when a wind stirs the leaves, almost like a gentle conversation. Have you ever tried to capture that feeling in a piece you make?
Valenok Valenok
I’ve carved the hush of a wind‑whistling forest into the grain of a wood piece, each cut a breath, each smooth curve a quiet sigh. It feels like the trees are listening to me as much as I’m listening to them.
Half_elven Half_elven
That sounds like a beautiful tribute to the forest, Valenok. It’s as if the wood itself is breathing along with you, a quiet conversation in each grain. I’d love to see it someday.
Valenok Valenok
I'm glad it speaks to you. The wood’s still settling, and I’m still smoothing each groove until it feels like a breath. When it’s ready, I’ll bring it to you—just give it a little more time.
Half_elven Half_elven
Sounds like a patient love letter to the forest, Valenok. Whenever it’s ready, I’ll be ready to listen. Take all the time you need.