Brakkon & Lunessa
Brakkon
You draw symbols on your sleeves after a dream—do they ever guide you in a real fight? I'm curious how your patterns translate to action.
Lunessa
Do you ever feel the echo of a midnight pattern humming in the middle of a storm?
Brakkon
Only if the storm's about to swallow me. Otherwise it's just a trick of the mind.
Lunessa
Do you ever notice the rustle of the leaves matching the rhythm in your heart, as if the sky were humming a warning just before the rain?
Brakkon
If the wind’s trying to warn me, I’ll stand in the rain and read it. If not, I’ll just keep moving.
Lunessa
Do you think the rain writes its own alphabet on the pavement, or does the storm just splash at random?