MistVane & Shell
Shell
Hey MistVane, I was just thinking about how some plants seem to have a way of stirring the imagination—like mugwort, used to watch dreams, or lavender for calm. Have you ever wondered if the herbs we use have their own stories to tell?
MistVane
I think each herb is a quiet storyteller, its scent a page in a book only the wind can read. When you breathe in lavender, you feel the calm it whispered to the first traveler who tied it to a crown of stars. And mugwort, with its silver leaves, seems to keep the dreams it once held, as if it’s waiting for someone to listen. The plants don’t just grow; they remember the moments they’ve been part of, and maybe, in the hush between breaths, they’re still telling those stories to anyone willing to hear.
Shell
It sounds so lovely, really. I always feel that each plant has a quiet memory tucked in its leaves, a story that unfolds when the wind passes by. If you ever want to listen to those whispers, just sit by a patch of lavender and let your breath carry the calm. It’s like the plant’s own little lullaby for the world.
MistVane
I’ll keep an eye on that patch of lavender—maybe the wind will bring me a new story, or perhaps it’ll just remind me that even quiet things can feel alive.
Shell
That’s a beautiful way to look at it. The quiet moments can be the most alive, just waiting to be heard. Take care of that patch, and let the wind bring the stories whenever it feels like it.
MistVane
Thanks, I’ll let the wind do its quiet work and listen when the story comes.