Mimozavr & Treant
Treant
I feel the wind shift across the old oak, do you hear how it sings to the quiet corners of the forest?
Mimozavr
I do hear it, a faint sigh that seems to touch only the leaves and the moss, like a secret that the forest keeps for itself.
Treant
It is the forest's own breath, a quiet promise that we keep hidden beneath the canopy. Listen closely, and you will hear its ancient stories.
Mimozavr
Yes, I can almost feel that hush, like the forest is whispering its history just for us.
Treant
It is good that the trees share their stories, let their whispers remind you of the roots that keep you steady.