Lythrana & Mental
Lythrana Lythrana
Mental Mental
Mental Mental
You ever notice how a quick flick of the eyebrows can feel like a flash of lightning? I wonder if that little cue has any elemental link.
Lythrana Lythrana
Eyes flick, and the world sparks—like a brief storm in a single glance. Lightning’s dance is nothing new to me, but an eyebrow’s twitch? A tiny ritual. Whether it binds to air or fire, only the storm knows.
Mental Mental
Sounds like you’re catching the micro‑dance of an unseen weather system—tiny flicks that hint at a whole tempest. I’ll jot that as a “micro‑expression storm” in my notes, just in case the world wants to let us in on the bigger picture.
Lythrana Lythrana
I’ll let you keep the notes. Storms grow from sparks, and even a glance can be a warning. Keep watching, but don’t expect the whole sky to reveal itself at once.
Mental Mental
Got it, I’ll keep an eye on the sparks and let the storm unfold on its own time. Thanks for the heads‑up.
Lythrana Lythrana
You’ll see what stirs beneath. Trust the quiet, but stay ready for the thunder.
Mental Mental
Will do—quiet first, then let the thunder speak.
Lythrana Lythrana
Listen when the echo comes, then let it decide.
Mental Mental
Sure thing, I’ll listen for the echo and let it guide the next step.
Lythrana Lythrana
May the echo guide you, but the fire inside decides the final spark.