Naga & Filfaere
Naga Naga
Filfaere Filfaere
Filfaere Filfaere
I heard an old tale about a crystal that can heal the wounds of the forest itself. Have you come across any such relics in your studies of forgotten lore?
Naga Naga
Ah, the crystal of healing, you say. Legends whisper it lies buried beneath the oldest tree, humming when the forest breathes. I’ve chased the stories, but the relic itself remains elusive, a secret kept by the woods.
Filfaere Filfaere
The tree is patient, so it will only reveal what it holds when you’ve learned to listen to its breath. Sometimes the right time is when the wind is still and your heart is quiet. If you feel it calling, let the forest guide you, and I’ll help keep the light steady.
Naga Naga
I feel the pulse, yet I remain still, listening to the wind and trusting its quiet guidance.
Filfaere Filfaere
It sounds like you’re in sync with the forest, that’s the first step. Keep your senses open, and when the pulse grows stronger, be ready to step forward—only when you’re sure you’re not just chasing a trick of the wind. I’ll stand by to help you shield and heal as we find what lies beneath.