Rune & Kapetsik
Kapetsik
Hey Rune, stumbled on an ancient myth about a fire god who secretly loves chaos—thought we could stage it, you bring the dusty wisdom and I bring the sparks and a little theatrical disaster.
Rune
That sounds intriguing, but I’m more comfortable with the old parchment than with literal fire. If you need a myth to play with, I’ll dig up something that’s less… destructive.
Kapetsik
Sure thing, darling, a dusty scroll is a lot safer than a sauna, but remember every parchment has a hidden flame—just a bit more metaphorical. Grab the relic, I’ll bring the theatrical chaos… maybe just a dramatic gasp and a sigh.
Rune
I’m glad you see the metaphor. I’ll find a text that whispers about the balance of fire and stillness, and you’ll breathe the drama into it. Keep the gasp measured, not a blaze.
Kapetsik
Got it—no kitchen‑fire, just a theatrical flicker of breath. I'll be the drama, you bring the quiet ink. Let's make it a silent rave.
Rune
An inked silence flickers like a candle in the dark, and your breath will be the spark that keeps it alive. Let us watch the shadows dance, but keep the fire contained within the parchment.