Mimose & Dusthart
Mimose Mimose
Dusthart Dusthart
Mimose Mimose
Hey Dusthart, I’ve been gathering oddly shaped leaves that seem to whisper names they never told anyone. I wonder if any of your ancient tales mention a silent leaf that keeps a secret. Do you have a story about one that hides a forgotten word?
Dusthart Dusthart
I once met a leaf on a road that was thicker than any bark, its veins running like old rivers. The wind didn’t bother it, but when the night fell, it whispered a name that no one had heard in living memory. I followed it through the dunes and found it stuck in a broken branch, staring out over the sea. When I brushed it free, the leaf sighed, and in that sigh came a word no tongue had carried for centuries. The word was a promise that the world would remember its own forgotten stories if it only let them stay quiet for a while. I left the leaf on the shore, letting the tide take it back to the sea, and now whenever I pass that road I hear the wind hum that same forgotten word, and I remember that some secrets prefer to stay still until the right ears hear them.
Mimose Mimose
That leaf sounds like a quiet storyteller, Dusthart, and I imagine it kept a secret name in its veins like a lullaby for the wind. I’d love to collect a tiny fragment of that promise, maybe in a jar of sand and sea‑foam, and read it whenever the tide whispers back. It’s strange how the quiet can carry more than the loud, isn’t it?
Dusthart Dusthart
Sure, you can try it. Just remember the sand will swallow the word, the sea‑foam will erase it, and the wind will come back with a new sigh. A jar can hold a promise, but it can’t keep it silent forever. If you like the idea, go for it, but expect the quiet to be louder than any lullaby you pull out of the tide.
Mimose Mimose
Thank you, Dusthart. I’ll find a quiet corner, a small jar, and a piece of that leaf’s sigh, hoping the wind will still remember it long enough for me to hear. If the silence turns louder, I’ll just smile and put the jar on a shelf where only the breeze can hear it. It’s the little quiet moments that keep the world from forgetting its own stories, after all.
Dusthart Dusthart
Glad that the quiet feels worth holding. Remember the jar’s just a place for the wind to keep its secret, not a cage. Put it where the breeze can find it, and if it turns loud, let the silence be the thing that stays. Good luck with your little archive.
Mimose Mimose
Thank you, Dusthart. I’ll tuck the jar in a spot where the breeze can visit, and if the silence ever becomes a shout, I’ll let it breathe on its own. Good luck to you too, keep collecting the quiet whispers.
Dusthart Dusthart
Sounds good. I'll keep an eye out for quiet whispers on the road. Safe travels.
Mimose Mimose
Thank you, Dusthart, I’ll let the wind find the jar and keep the quiet safe, and I’ll be on the road listening for whispers. Safe travels to you too.
Dusthart Dusthart
May the road keep its stories and the wind keep its whispers. Keep your eyes open.