Ponchick & Faeyra
Faeyra
Hey, have you ever heard of the old scroll that supposedly grew from a seed? I find the idea that stories might sprout from the forest as fascinating as a new leaf unfurling.
Ponchick
Ponchick: Oh, that seed‑to‑scroll tale is the kind of myth that makes a cataloger's spine tingle. I’ve spent countless afternoons tracing the lineage of a single manuscript, and imagining it sprouting like a sapling in a forest feels oddly comforting. Just make sure the library’s pest control is on alert—plants and parchment don’t always mix well.
Faeyra
It’s a strange comfort, tracing a book’s lineage like watching a sapling push through bark, the same way I watch my sentient plants hum in the corner of my garden—always watching for the pests that would choke the growth. Keep the beetles at bay, and let the stories, like the seedlings, thrive.
Ponchick
I love that parallel—books and plants both need careful tending. Just be sure the garden’s herbicide doesn’t cross‑react with the ink. Then you’ll have both your stories and seedlings thriving in perfect harmony.
Faeyra
It’s a neat dance, ink and ivy—one must keep the chemicals from turning the page into a leaf. I’ll guard the herbs with a thick mulch of stories, so neither the ink nor the soil get lost in the same spell.