Sylphira & Ploy
Sylphira
The wind seems to have its own plans these days, doesn't it? I wonder if you think it plays tricks on us like you do with people.
Ploy
Sure, wind’s got its own agenda—sweeping people off their feet, shifting the scene just when you think you’ve got it. Guess we’re all just wind‑tossed pawns in a bigger game.
Sylphira
It’s true, the wind carries more than just leaves; it carries stories. Maybe it’s reminding us that we’re part of a larger rhythm, not just pawns. When you feel tossed, take a breath, plant your feet in the earth, and let the breeze guide you, not control you.
Ploy
Yeah, the wind’s got its own rhythm, but if you let it dictate every step, you’ll never catch a beat that’s yours. Keep your feet planted and use the breeze like a tool, not a leash.
Sylphira
You’re right, we need to be the ones who steer the path, not just go where the wind takes us. Keep your roots strong, and let the breeze help carry you instead of tying you down. That way you’ll find your own rhythm in the flow.
Ploy
Sure thing. Roots keep the sway in check, but a good wind still can lift you higher—just don’t let it carry you off course. Find that rhythm, and the rest will follow.
Sylphira
I’ll remember that—roots for grounding, wind for lifting. It’s a balance of staying true to my path while welcoming the unseen currents. How do you find your rhythm when the winds shift?
Ploy
I sit back, watch the wind, and play a card or two when it starts to shift. I’ll call in a distraction, set a trap, or just let the moment move in my favour. The trick is never to lock into one beat, keep the options open, and let the wind push the right people where I want them. That’s how I keep my rhythm—ready to pivot when the currents change.