Borodach & Myrraline
Myrraline
Did you ever hear the tale of the saw that could cut through time, leaving only a whisper of the forest behind?
Borodach
I ain't heard that yarn, but if a saw could slice through time, I'd worry the wood would be older than me. Still, no tool can keep a forest forever; glue may hold the bark, but the wind will always take its toll.
Myrraline
True, the wind knows how to rewrite even the sturdiest bark. A saw might carve a single instant, but the forest keeps whispering long after the blade stops. Have you ever seen a tree that still remembers every nick?
Borodach
I’ve stared at bark that’s been nicked by a thousand hammers, but I’ve never seen a tree hold a memory of each one. It just keeps growing, letting the wind whisper its own stories. Trees don’t remember, they just keep on.
Myrraline
Sounds like the forest’s keeping a low‑key ledger—every hammer’s scar is just another page, and the wind flips the pages for us. The trick is to notice the gaps where the stories should have been, not the ones that are still being written.
Borodach
So I’ll just keep my hands on the wood and let the wind do its thing. If a gap looks quiet, that’s where I’ll put the next splinter. The forest writes its own ledger, and I’m just filling in the missing rows.
Myrraline
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.
Borodach
No worries, I've got the tools for this. If you change your mind, just let me know.