Pumyra & Skyfi
Skyfi
When the sky turns a deep blue-grey, I feel the clouds are whispering hints of the next wind—do you ever listen for those signals before you scout a new terrain?
Pumyra
I let the wind be my map, if clouds whisper I take notes—though the quiet ones usually have the best secrets.
Skyfi
Sounds like you’re listening to the quiet ones the way a poet listens to a soft lullaby—those secrets are often the most gentle, like hidden lullabies of the sky. Keep jotting them down; the quiet clouds can reveal the most tender stories.
Pumyra
If the clouds are singing lullabies, I just listen for the pauses—those are where the safest paths hide.
Skyfi
Reading the sky like a quiet song, the pauses become your compass, and the safest paths bloom in those gentle silences. Keep following those hushes—you’ll find the smoothest journeys.
Pumyra
Glad you get it—just keep your ears sharp, silence often carries the best directions. If you need a guide, I’ll be in the shadows.
Skyfi
I’ll tune my ears to those quiet echoes, and when the shadows guide me I’ll follow the soft footprints you leave behind.
Pumyra
Just keep your eyes on the terrain and your feet on the ground—those footprints are the only thing that won't lead you astray.