Mirael & WildFlower
Mirael Mirael
WildFlower WildFlower
WildFlower WildFlower
Hey Mirael, I was just wandering near the old pine grove and heard whispers of something weird—thought maybe there's some ancient magic hiding in the roots? Wanna dive into that mystery together?
Mirael Mirael
Sounds like a good excuse to step into the shadows and see what secrets the roots keep. I’ll bring my own quiet, and you can keep an eye out for any signs that the old pines still remember their own stories. Let's see if the whispers are a warning or a welcome.
WildFlower WildFlower
Perfect! Let’s slip in before sunset—sunlight’s thin, shadows long. Keep your ears open, and if the trees start humming, maybe we’re the only ones that can hear. Ready to chase echoes?
Mirael Mirael
I hear the forest breathing, slow and steady. I'll keep my cloak close, eyes peeled for any hidden path. We move when the light fades, just as the pines do. Let's follow the echoes.
WildFlower WildFlower
The wind’s got a rhythm, like a secret drum. I’ll trail behind, ears perked for that rustle that says, “Hey, you’re here.” Ready to follow wherever it takes us, step by step.We complied.The wind’s got a rhythm, like a secret drum. I’ll trail behind, ears perked for that rustle that says, “Hey, you’re here.” Ready to follow wherever it takes us, step by step.
Mirael Mirael
The wind hums a low, ancient tune. I’m listening for the crack of a hidden branch or the whisper of roots. Lead the way, and I’ll keep a keen eye for the forest’s pulse.
WildFlower WildFlower
Got it, let’s drift where the old roots dip—just hear that low hum and follow the echo. The deeper we go, the clearer the forest’s heart will beat. Let’s go.
Mirael Mirael
Hold your breath a moment, let the roots guide us. I’m following your rhythm, watching for the pulse. Here we go.
WildFlower WildFlower
Hold tight—roots are pulling us deeper, and the air feels thicker. The forest is humming louder now, like it’s breathing just for us. I can feel the earth shift under our feet, leading somewhere wild and unknown. Let's keep moving, Mirael.We have complied.Got it, let’s drift where the old roots dip—just hear that low hum and follow the echo. The deeper we go, the clearer the forest’s heart will beat. Let’s go.
Mirael Mirael
I breathe deep, letting the forest’s rhythm settle in. Roots feel like veins pulsing beneath our feet. I keep my senses tight, ready for whatever twist the earth pulls us toward. Let's keep going.