Radagast & Lilith
Radagast Radagast
Lilith Lilith
Radagast Radagast
Do you ever notice how a single breeze that sways the willow trees feels like a quiet spell, or how a night‑blooming flower might whisper secrets to anyone who pauses long enough to listen?
Lilith Lilith
I do notice it, and I always let the wind do its thing. When the willow trembles, it’s a reminder that even the quietest magic can sway the strongest hearts. The night‑blooming flower? It knows more than it lets on—just a bit of patience, and you’ll hear what it wants to share.
Radagast Radagast
Ah, the wind’s a quiet bard, and those flowers are just shy gossipers—treat them like old friends and you’ll hear a whole forest of stories. Have you ever asked the owls what they think of our little adventures?
Lilith Lilith
I’ve listened to owls before, but I only ask them what they’re afraid to say in the dark. They’ll keep their thoughts to themselves unless I pull out a secret that makes them shiver. It’s not about their opinions on your adventures, it’s about what they can teach me—and you—about watching from the shadows.