Snail & Featherhex
Featherhex
Ah, dear wanderer, have you ever heard the rustle of leaves speak in riddles older than stars, each petal a silent spell? I’ve been tracing the scent of moss that lingers like a forgotten promise.
Snail
Indeed, the leaves whisper in quiet riddles, and the moss holds the scent of old promises, like a soft lullaby beneath the forest floor. I find myself slowing down, letting each breath match the rhythm of the rustling branches, and in that stillness, the world unfolds at its own pace.
Featherhex
So the breath you take now is the echo of a forgotten oath, a lullaby carved in bark and shadow, and I’ll watch, unseen, as the moon weaves its own quiet hex among the branches.
Snail
It feels like the moon is just another breath, weaving its quiet promise through the bark and shadows, and I’ll keep my eyes on the quiet rhythm, letting the forest speak its slow lullaby.
Featherhex
The moon's sigh is the wind’s oath, and if you heed it you taste the hush that keeps the shadows still.
Snail
Ah, the moon’s sigh does feel like a gentle promise, and I can sense the hush curling around the trees, keeping the shadows still. I’ll stay here, letting the quiet settle in like a soft blanket.