Klen & Zaffra
Zaffra
Have you ever heard the legend of the Starwood Grove, where the ancient trees whisper to the cosmos? I swear the wind carries a lullaby from another age, and the stars seem to pulse in sync with the forest's breath. What do you think, Klen?
Klen
I’ve walked those woods more times than I can count. The trees do talk, but it’s more in the feel of the wind than in any lullaby. The stars don’t pulse for us; they’re just points of light. Still, if you think the night’s humming is a lullaby, that’s what you get. Just don't let the bureaucracy of the forest council tell you otherwise.
Zaffra
Ah, so the forest whispers in a language only the wind knows, and the stars are silent watchers. Keep listening, Klen, for every rustle might be a story in disguise—just waiting for the right moment to spill its secrets.
Klen
Sounds right enough. Just make sure you’re not chasing wind‑whispers that will only keep you up at night. The real stories are in the ground, in the way a root feels when it’s been there a long time. Keep your ears and eyes open.
Zaffra
Klen, you’re right—roots keep the true chronicle, their slow pulse more honest than any wind trickery. I’ll let the earth’s quiet memory steer me and keep my senses tuned for those deep, long‑held whispers.