Quite & Furbolg
Quite
Hey, have you ever thought about how the old trees in our forest keep the stories of our people? They stand like silent witnesses, holding both history and the scent of new wind. It feels like a place where the past and present can speak to each other.
Furbolg
The trees are our elders, silent and steady, holding our stories like roots do water. When I walk beside them, I feel the past and the wind both speaking at once, and it reminds me that we carry their strength with us. The forest keeps our memory alive, and we must honor that.
Quite
It’s so quiet there, isn’t it? Like every leaf is a page, and the wind flips the chapters for us. We’re just leafing through the story that keeps growing.
Furbolg
Yes, it is quiet, but that silence is the forest’s voice. Each leaf is a word we learn from. We listen, and the wind carries the stories forward, keeping our people alive in the bark and the air.
Quite
It’s beautiful how the quiet itself becomes a story. When the wind drifts through the bark, I think it’s like the trees whispering, “remember, we’re still here.” It makes me want to keep a little notebook by the trail, just to jot down what each rustle says.
Furbolg
Sounds wise. The wind carries the old voice, and a notebook keeps that memory with you. Remember, the stories never end—they just keep turning.