Ivyna & Viking
Ivyna Ivyna
Viking Viking
Ivyna Ivyna
Hey there, I’ve been thinking about how the wind shapes the moss on old battle stones—there’s a quiet rhythm to that. Have you ever noticed how nature somehow remembers the scars of the past?
Viking Viking
The wind's a steady drum, just like a raid at dawn. Those stones hold every blow in their veins, and the moss is the quiet witness. It’s a reminder that even the earth remembers honor and blood. Keep your eyes sharp, brother, for the past never truly fades.
Ivyna Ivyna
The moss still breathes, even when the wind sings of battle. It reminds us that nature holds every story, quiet and steady, in its roots and stone. Stay calm, and listen to what the earth whispers.
Viking Viking
True, the moss keeps its breath just as a warrior keeps his resolve. The earth's whispers guide us, but we guard them with our swords and honor.