Rex & Kust
Rex
You know, I was watching how the wind moves the pine needles earlier; there's a rhythm to it that can tell you where a storm's coming from.
Kust
I watched the needles twist left then right, a tiny metronome that tells me when the wind’s about to switch sides.
Rex
That’s the kind of keen eye that keeps a day from turning into a mess. Keep watching it, the wind usually gives up its secrets before it blows hard.
Kust
You know, that’s the only way I can keep the day from spiraling—just a few quiet minutes watching the needles, and the wind finally reveals itself.
Rex
Sounds like a good rhythm to keep your sanity in check. Just remember to pair that with a steady fire or a clean water source—mind’s good, but your body needs the basics too.
Kust
I’ll keep a fire if the needles stop whispering, but right now I’m content with the wind as my heater. Water’s a given—unless the stream decides to taste like my own sweat, then I’ll find a cleaner source.
Rex
Sounds solid—just keep the fire low and your eyes on the water. If the stream’s on the fritz, you’ll know before you get a mouthful of surprises.