Green & Pearlfang
Pearlfang
Have you ever wondered what a river remembers when it bends around a stone? Some say it keeps secrets like old seaweed, whispering myths to anyone who stops to listen. I’ve been thinking about how those quiet waters might hold regrets of the land itself. What do you think, Green?
Green
The river does remember, I think, the quiet stories of the stone it meets, the way the water bends and gathers the small secrets of the land. It listens to the leaves that fall into it and keeps their memories, so when you pause and hear the hush, you can feel the earth’s gentle sigh. Just sit with it and let the stillness speak.
Pearlfang
I do enjoy listening to the river’s quiet sighs, but sometimes I find that the stones keep louder stories than the leaves. If you ever want to hear what the stone truly remembers, just ask it directly—sometimes secrets need a little nudge to surface.
Green
That sounds like a gentle invitation, and I would like to hear the stone’s quiet voice. It might be better to sit close to the water and feel the stone’s weight, letting its memory flow into the current, like a slow song that the river sings along with.
Pearlfang
Sit, breathe, and let the stone’s memory stir in the water—just remember, the stone only speaks if you ask the right question, and sometimes the quiet voice has a louder secret hidden inside.