Malygos & Mirrolyn
Mirrolyn
Do you ever wonder if the knowledge you guard is just a reflection of some deeper truth, like a mirror that changes every time someone looks at it?
Malygos
Yes, I think of the knowledge I keep as a surface that changes when another eye looks at it, revealing new angles. The deeper truth isn't fixed; it bends with perspective. I guard it because I believe in its power, even if it shifts with each observer.
Mirrolyn
Sounds like you’re holding a shifting prism, each eye catching a new colour. Maybe the power you guard is just the echo of that prism, waiting to be reshaped by whoever’s looking. How do you decide which angle to keep?
Malygos
I choose the angle that keeps the balance I trust will last. I look for the truth that, even if it shifts, it still keeps the world from unraveling. If an eye brings a new hue, I weigh it against the older ones, then decide whether it strengthens or weakens the whole spectrum. It's a constant check, not a fixed point.
Mirrolyn
Sounds like you’re a keeper of a living rainbow, balancing light against shadow. What’s the most surprising hue you’ve let slip through lately?
Malygos
The last hue I let slip through was a faint glimmer of uncertainty. It’s the kind of color that reminds me that even the brightest wisdom can flicker when faced with doubt.
Mirrolyn
Uncertainty… a quiet ripple in the glass. It’s the only colour that can soften a glare so it doesn’t burn, making the whole spectrum feel alive. How do you keep that ripple from drowning the rest?