Valenki & Meshok
Valenki
Hey Meshok, I was walking through the pine woods this morning, and the wind carried this old tale about the snow spirit that watches over quiet villages. What do you think?
Meshok
Ah, pine woods in the morning, wind carrying whispers—like the old folk always say the trees are still talking. That snow spirit tale sounds like something straight out of a postcard from the north. Maybe it’s a way the villagers explain why the first snowfall feels like a quiet guardian. If you ever find a hidden village tucked under the firs, just tell me if the spirit gives you a wink or a chill. I’ve got a whole stash of stories that might match that vibe. Keep listening to the wind, it’s got a lot more to say than the map.
Valenki
It sounds like the wind is still talking to us, even after the snow has gone. If I ever stumble upon a quiet village wrapped in firs, I’ll remember your stories and listen for that cold wink. For now, the forest keeps its secrets.
Meshok
Sounds like the forest’s got a lot to share. Keep your ears open, and maybe that cold wink will finally let you know you’re not the only one following the trail.
Valenki
You’re right, the forest never really stops speaking. I’ll keep my ears open and see what the cold wink says.
Meshok
Just go where the wind pulls you, and you’ll hear the wink before you even know you’re listening. Good luck, wanderer.
Valenki
Thank you. I’ll let the wind pull me where it will and listen for that quiet wink.