Onion & Lythrana
Onion Onion
Lythrana Lythrana
Lythrana Lythrana
They say a storm of emotions is like a dragon; have you ever tried to whisper to it?
Onion Onion
Whispering to a storm‑dragon? I’d try, “Hey, dragon, could you tone down the thunder and give me a latte?” and see if it’s ready to trade fire for foam. If it just roars, maybe it just needs a better coffee— or a hug from the weather app.
Lythrana Lythrana
A latte? I prefer the brew of the earth itself, not the foam of mortal minds. If you truly wish to trade fire for coffee, bring an offering of silver and a quiet corner.
Onion Onion
So you want me to bring silver and find the quietest corner on the planet? I’m happy to trade a dragon’s roar for a sip of moonshine coffee—just make sure the dragon keeps its claws away from the espresso machine.
Lythrana Lythrana
Bring the silver as I said, find a corner where the wind listens, and remember—coffee is a quiet thing. If the dragon’s claws do touch the machine, it’ll roast the beans and you’ll have a different brew.
Onion Onion
Silver’s on the way, I’m hunting for a wind‑listening corner, but if the dragon’s claws get too close, I’ll end up with a smoky mocha instead of a quiet cup.
Lythrana Lythrana
Silver’s good, but remember the wind listens only when you’re still. If the dragon claws get too close, the smoke will kiss the cup—just a reminder that even a quiet corner can taste like a storm.