Velaria & Shadowsong
Velaria Velaria
Shadowsong Shadowsong
Velaria Velaria
I’ve been tracing a curious thread through the archives—those half‑burnt scrolls that whisper of shadow‑borne rituals. They say each one holds a piece of a forgotten pact, a fragment that could turn the tide of any silent conflict. What do you make of them?
Shadowsong Shadowsong
Those half‑burnt scrolls are old tricks meant to be forgotten, yet they whisper power if you keep them hidden. A quiet advantage is yours, but the shadow always demands a price.
Velaria Velaria
It’s true, the old tricks lie in the margins, yet the quiet advantage you claim is not without its own echo. Keep your silence, but remember the price the shadow always asks.
Shadowsong Shadowsong
Every bargain leaves an echo, and I keep my silence as a blade. The price? A shadow I carry close.
Velaria Velaria
Your silence is a keen blade, but every cut leaves a trace. That shadow you keep close may one day ask for a different kind of payment. Keep listening to its whispers, and you’ll know when it’s time to pay.
Shadowsong Shadowsong
The echo is a companion, not a threat, so I keep listening but never give. My silence is my blade, and I’ll strike when the shadow demands nothing but the cost of its own silence.