Radagast & Lilith
Radagast
Do you ever notice how a single breeze that sways the willow trees feels like a quiet spell, or how a night‑blooming flower might whisper secrets to anyone who pauses long enough to listen?
Lilith
I do notice it, and I always let the wind do its thing. When the willow trembles, it’s a reminder that even the quietest magic can sway the strongest hearts. The night‑blooming flower? It knows more than it lets on—just a bit of patience, and you’ll hear what it wants to share.
Radagast
Ah, the wind’s a quiet bard, and those flowers are just shy gossipers—treat them like old friends and you’ll hear a whole forest of stories. Have you ever asked the owls what they think of our little adventures?
Lilith
I’ve listened to owls before, but I only ask them what they’re afraid to say in the dark. They’ll keep their thoughts to themselves unless I pull out a secret that makes them shiver. It’s not about their opinions on your adventures, it’s about what they can teach me—and you—about watching from the shadows.
Radagast
The owls aren’t scared of the dark at all – it’s the night that keeps their wisdom quiet. They keep their thoughts close, like a secret song hidden in the hush of leaves. If you can pull a little magic from the silence, they’ll share a few of their quiet lessons. Just remember to listen as they whisper, and you’ll hear the forest breathing its own stories.
Lilith
So you want to hear their secrets, huh? The owls love a good challenge—if you can make the silence hum just right, they'll spill their songs. Just remember, the forest keeps its stories tight; you’ll need more than ears to catch the full melody. Keep your patience as sharp as a talon, and you’ll find what they’re holding.