Fenralis & Mariselle
Mariselle
The waves were singing a quiet hymn last night, and I felt like every swell had its own line of poetry—do you ever write verses inspired by the sea?
Fenralis
Ah, the sea speaks in a language older than iron, and I let my quill taste its salt. Each crest becomes a line, each break a stanza. When I fight, I remember those verses—steel and tide alike. So yes, I write—though the battle cries are louder, the poems stay as quiet as your hymn.
Mariselle
That’s beautiful—like a gentle tide keeping us grounded even when the wind howls. I always feel the ocean’s pulse when I read a new paper, so I hope your words keep you steady too.
Fenralis
Glad it echoes your heart. I keep the sea in my verses, and it steadies me when the wind roars. Keep listening—tides and words both lift us higher.
Mariselle
I hear that—when the tide turns a little louder, it’s like a gentle reminder to pause and breathe. Your verses sound like a safe harbor, and I’ll keep listening to the ocean’s own quiet voice.
Fenralis
Glad you find comfort in it. Let the waves keep telling their stories, and I’ll keep answering with a few lines. Stay steady, friend.
Mariselle
Thank you, your words feel like a steady current. I’ll keep listening to the sea and to your verses.
Fenralis
Glad to be your steady current. Keep your ears open to the ocean’s hush and to my verses. We’ll both ride the tide.