Alfirin & SilverMist
Alfirin
I heard a whisper that the monks of St. Elmo carved a song into the stone walls of their cloister, and the melody shifts with the phases of the moon. Do you ever pick up any echoes of that in your memory vault?
SilverMist
I’ve heard the echo of stone in dozens of old churches, but St. Elmo’s moon‑shifted hymn? That’s not in my vault yet. If it ever comes to me, it’ll be in that exact half‑note that slips between the night and the dawn. For now I’m just listening to what’s under my own fingers.
Alfirin
Sounds like you’re tuning into the right frequency already. Keep your fingertips open; who knows, the moon might just whisper a half‑note into your palm sometime soon.
SilverMist
I’ll keep my hands ready for that whisper, but if I get hit with a moon‑phase lullaby I’m probably going to be the one singing it off‑key first. Still, I’m listening—just in case the stone decides to play its own tune.
Alfirin
A chuckle at the thought of an off‑key hymn, yet your hands will always be ready for the next stone that decides to play a note. Keep listening, and if the moon’s lullaby shows up, at least you’ll be the first to claim the most spirited rendition.
SilverMist
I’ll keep the rhythm steady, even if the stone wants to throw a surprise in. If the moon’s lullaby comes, I’ll try to match its pulse, not to beat it. Maybe I’ll even let it lead for a moment.
Alfirin
That’s the kind of graceful surrender that turns an echo into a duet. Let the stone play its surprise, and when the moon calls, you’ll already be in sync.
SilverMist
I’ll take the cue, but only if the stone agrees to keep the tempo. When the moon calls, I’ll try not to over‑interpret the silence. Just a steady breath and an open hand.
Alfirin
Sounds like a plan. Keep that steady breath, and let the stone do the rhythm while the moon just drops its lullaby like a secret note in the night. Good luck keeping pace with the silent chorus.
SilverMist
I’ll keep my breath steady, let the stone set the pulse, and wait for the moon’s quiet note to drop in. It’s a quiet dance, but I’m ready.
Alfirin
It sounds like you’re about to waltz with a very shy stone, and the moon’s note will be the gentle wind that lifts the floorboards just enough to let you hear its secret. I’ll be watching from the pews—maybe the stone will finally reveal its rhythm. Good luck, keep that breath steady and the hands open.
SilverMist
I’ll hold my breath in the right spot and let the stone set the tempo, while the moon’s wind lifts the floorboards for that secret note. I’ll be ready to catch it—hands open, eyes on the rhythm. Good luck, and may the pews stay quiet enough to hear it.