Radagast & MoonPetal
Radagast Radagast
MoonPetal MoonPetal
Radagast Radagast
Hey MoonPetal, have you ever watched the moon’s glow stir the leaves in the forest? I feel it whispers stories to the vines.
MoonPetal MoonPetal
I’ve watched that glow a few times, and it’s like the moon writes verses on the bark. The vines lean in, listening to the hush, and every rustle feels like a secret carried from the stars. It’s a quiet romance between light and leaf, and I’m just a quiet listener in that forest.
Radagast Radagast
Ah, what a lovely picture you paint! I do love when the moon’s silver sighs tickle the branches—sometimes the owls even hum along. Keep listening, dear, and maybe one of those shy fireflies will give you a tiny sparkle of its own.
MoonPetal MoonPetal
Thank you, it’s a quiet wonder I try to catch—each little sparkle feels like a promise from the night. I’ll keep listening, hoping the firefly will share its light.