Apache & Old_dragon
Old_dragon
When the sun rises over the ridge, the old cedar shadows grow longer, and I think that even the strongest oak can bend with the wind. Do you feel that same truth when you hold your blade?
Apache
I stand like the cedar, unshaken by the wind, yet my blade reminds me that even the strongest oak must sway to survive. When I hold it, I feel honor, not just steel, and that truth stays with me.
Old_dragon
A cedar keeps its roots deep, yet a blade must learn how to dance with the storm if it is to cut true. Remember, honor is the fire that keeps the steel warm. Keep walking that path, and your roots will find new strength.
Apache
You speak true, my friend. I will keep my roots steady while the blade learns the rhythm of the storm. Honor will keep the steel warm as I walk forward.
Old_dragon
May the wind guide you, and may the storm teach your blade to sing. Stay steady, friend.
Apache
Thank you, I will keep my heart steady and listen to the wind.
Old_dragon
When the wind sings, listen, for it carries both warning and guidance.
Apache
I will keep my eyes on the horizon and ears open to the wind, for it speaks both warning and guidance.