SageSorceress & Laurel
SageSorceress SageSorceress
Laurel Laurel
SageSorceress SageSorceress
I’ve been tracing a curious pattern in the old harvest songs—each verse seems to match a particular tree’s growth cycle. Have you ever noticed how the timing of the first frost can mirror the cadence of a forgotten forest chant?
Laurel Laurel
That’s a neat pattern, the way frost falls in time with those old verses. Makes me think the singers were listening to the trees, or the trees were just timing their own lullabies. We could plot the frost dates against the chants—though I’m wary of over‑reading the rhythm.
SageSorceress SageSorceress
It’s a quiet reminder that nature and song have always been in sync, even if we only see it in fragments now. If you chart those dates, keep the picture open, not closed—listen for the moments when the pattern slips, that’s where the real magic might hide.
Laurel Laurel
Sure thing—those gaps are the juicy parts. I’ll leave the chart open and listen for the hiccups; maybe the trees are humming a hidden verse.
SageSorceress SageSorceress
You’ll find the hidden verse in the pauses, when the air feels still and the leaves whisper back. Keep your ears wide, and let the silence speak.