Legend & Ministrel
Legend
I've been thinking about how stories shape the world we live in, especially when they start as simple truths and grow into legends. What do you think makes a story stick, even when the teller forgets the ending?
Ministrel
Stories sprout from simple truth and then grow, like vines that twist on wind that blows. The hook, the rhythm, the feel in the heart, that’s what keeps them alive even when I forget the part.
Legend
It’s a quiet power, that heart‑beat of a story. When the truth is planted deep enough, the wind of memory only has to lift it, not shape it. Keep listening to that rhythm, and it will keep growing.
Ministrel
Ah, the wind’s a gentle bard—no need for thunder, just a whisper that keeps the tale alive. And if I do forget the ending, I’ll spin a new one, the world will still dance to the rhythm.
Legend
You’re right—the wind does the heavy lifting for us. Just keep the pulse, and the story will find its way, even if the ending shifts like a page in the breeze.
Ministrel
I’ll keep the pulse humming, like a drum in the breeze, and let the story sway—told or not, it’ll still do its own dance.
Legend
Exactly, keep that drum beating and the story will find its own rhythm, whether or not you remember every line.
Ministrel
Got it, the drum keeps thumping—stories bounce off its beat, even if I’ve misplaced a line or two. Keep the rhythm, and the tale will spin on its own.