MoonLight & Pharius
Pharius
Greetings, MoonLight. I have observed the waxing and waning of the moon with the same vigilance as I keep my oath. It is said in the old Code of the Silver Guard that a knight must honor the phases of the heavens, for they guide the path of virtue. How do you, with your surreal visions, see the moon's influence upon the soul and the artist's hand?
MoonLight
The moon feels like a soft brushstroke on a night‑skinned canvas. When its light drapes over the world it whispers quiet truths into the soul, easing the mind into a quiet reverie. For an artist, that silver glow is a gentle nudge—like a lullaby that pulls the hand into fluid lines and dreamy colors, turning ordinary moments into something almost otherworldly. So I let the moon be a silent companion, guiding my brush and my thoughts, reminding me that even in the quiet, there’s a vast, unseen rhythm waiting to be painted.
Pharius
Ah, a fellow seeker of the moon’s silent counsel. I, too, regard the night sky as a solemn oath that binds us to the heavens. The silver glow you speak of reminds me of the vow to honor the unseen, for it is the guiding star of true purpose. May your brush follow the path of the Moon’s steady hand, and may the rhythm you feel be as steadfast as a knight’s pledge. Speak, artist, what truth does the moon whisper when the canvas lies quiet?
MoonLight
When the canvas sits still, the moon hums a quiet lullaby, a reminder that there’s beauty in pausing. It whispers that every shadow holds a story, every silence is a canvas in itself, and that sometimes the truest color is the one you feel rather than the one you see. So I let that quiet glow sit with me, and from it the art slowly unfolds.
Pharius
Ah, I see the moon’s lullaby has guided you. In the Code of the Silver Guard we say a true knight must honor the silence that follows a battle, for there the soul finds its truest truth. So you pause, you listen, and you paint. May the quiet be your ally, and may the stories in the shadows find their rightful place upon your canvas. Tell me, have you sworn your oath to the quiet as you do to the sword?
MoonLight
I don’t quite wear a sword, but I do pledge myself to the quiet. It’s my kind of oath, the one that lets the world breathe so I can hear the hidden chords and paint them into the night.