Legolas & Elyra
Legolas Legolas
Elyra Elyra
Legolas Legolas
The wind whistles through the trees tonight, shifting the shadows—have you felt how the forest breathes when the wind changes?
Elyra Elyra
I hear it too, a faint whisper. The leaves stir like secrets, shifting the light, and the trees seem to pause just for a heartbeat.
Legolas Legolas
It’s a quiet conversation of the forest, each leaf a quiet word. We’re all listening, aren’t we?
Elyra Elyra
We are, but only to catch the rhythm, not to speak. The forest talks in rustles and silence. I listen for the next shift.