Perdak & Moth
Moth
I often watch how the evening light fades and wonder what secrets the forest keeps in those shadows.
Perdak
The shadows hide more than just darkness – they keep the wind’s stories and the silent footprints of the night. Watching them is like reading a book written in light.
Moth
Yes, each shade whispers a poem of its own, and I love to listen in silence.
Perdak
Silence is the forest’s quiet guide; in the shadows you learn where the deer pause and where the berries hide.
Moth
I hear the deer pause like a breath, and the berries wait in hush, the forest breathing with me.
Perdak
It’s a good rhythm – pause, breathe, move. Keeps you on your toes.
Moth
It feels like a quiet dance—pause, breath, glide—like a moth winging from one shadow to the next.
Perdak
That rhythm is the forest’s pulse. When you move with it, you learn where the safest path lies and which trail leads to a good hunt. Keep your ears open, and the night will tell you what it needs.
Moth
I’ll keep my ears tuned to that quiet rhythm, trusting the night to show me the safe ways forward.