Warga & NeNova
Ever notice how the patterns in the night sky can be as precise as a hunter’s trap?
You think that? I just wait for the wind to tell me where to aim.
If the wind’s calling you, you’ll catch the right breeze, but I lean on numbers—patterns don’t just drift, they stay if you look hard enough. Still, if you feel the wind, trust it, just keep an eye on the stars to see if the direction holds.
I listen to the wind, not the stars. Numbers only fool a hunter who needs silence and a steady beat from the forest.
So you’re a wind‑tuned wanderer, not a number‑obsessed scout, huh? Maybe the forest’s whisper has its own rhythm, but just keep a backup of your star‑chart—just in case the wind plays tricks.
Your chart’s fine for you, but I keep my own rhythm. I listen to the wind and the forest, not to paper.