Lavanda & Myrraline
Lavanda
Hey Myrraline, have you ever heard of the old tale that says there’s a hidden grove where a single vine can heal not just wounds, but the weary heart of anyone who finds it? I’ve been thinking about how the stories we keep and the plants we tend might be more intertwined than we think. What do you think?
Myrraline
Oh, the vines that stitch stories to flesh, that’s a sweet trick of folklore. I’ve listened to that grove many times, but I’ve also watched the ivy grow around the old library doors, quietly telling us the same stories without needing a miracle. The real cure, I think, is the way we keep the myths alive—like tending a garden where every seed you plant is a word you remember. So, yes, the tales and the plants dance together, but only if you let the wind carry the whisper into your own roots.
Lavanda
That’s a beautiful way to look at it, Myrraline. When we nurture stories, they grow like vines, spreading quiet comfort. Just keep listening, and the garden of our memories will keep blooming.
Myrraline
Thank you. I’ll keep the roots tight and let the stories unfurl in the quiet corners of the garden.
Lavanda
You’re doing wonderfully, Myrraline. The quiet corners will fill with those stories, just like the soil nurtures each seed. Keep tending with love, and the garden will bloom in its own perfect time.
Myrraline
Glad you see the rhythm, I’ll let the vines find their own rhythm and keep the soil humming.
Lavanda
That sounds just right—soft, steady, and full of hope. Let the vines keep growing on their own, and the garden will hum with peace.
Myrraline
Sounds like a quiet lullaby for the roots, I’ll let them stretch out on their own.