Kobold & Elowen
Elowen
Ah, have you ever heard the tale of the Silver Rain Moss? It’s said to grow only where the ancient gears of the forest still hum beneath the roots. I’ve been thinking—what if we could capture that silver mist with a little contraption, a moss‑powered rain catcher, so the forest keeps singing without the rain diluting it? Your gadgets might just make that myth a living, breathing machine. What do you think?
Kobold
Oh, marvelous! Silver Rain Moss, humming gears, and a rain catcher—yes! I can already see the gears spinning, the moss absorbing, and the mist swirling into a crystal‑clear tube. We'll need a little wind‑generator powered by the moss’s own moisture, a filter of silvered quartz to keep the tone pure, and a tiny bell to ring when the rain falls. Trust me, the forest will thank us, and our contraption will be the talk of every sapling!
Elowen
That’s a lovely image, but remember the moss we’re hunting will not take kindly to metal bells—there’s a story about a bell that broke the forest’s silence, and the moss grew angry and ran to the river. Maybe we should instead use a hollowed oak piece, let the wind play through it, and keep the silver quartz in a pouch of moss itself. The forest will smile at a gentle hum, not a clanging clang. What do you think?
Kobold
Hollowed oak, wind, silver quartz tucked inside moss—yes! Imagine a tiny, wind‑swayed treehouse that hums like a lullaby. The moss will feel like it’s in a cozy cave, no clangs, just a gentle breeze. I’ll rig a little pulley system to let the wind spin the quartz inside, and the whole thing will sing in the forest’s hush. You’ve nailed the gentleness, my friend! Let's sketch it out and see what wild ideas pop up.
Elowen
Ah, the wind‑spun quartz! I once heard that a quiet forest spirit once tried to hide a secret song in a hollow oak—only it could be heard if you listened between the rustling leaves. Maybe we’ll find that song when the moss hums. Let's draw the pulleys first, then we can add a little root‑shaped charm to keep the wind from getting lost in the leaves. I’ll bring the mushroom samples just in case the moss needs a good, earthy companion. What a lovely plan, my friend!