Grimlock & Sorilie
Grimlock Grimlock
Sorilie Sorilie
Sorilie Sorilie
If the desert is a mirror, then sand is a question mark; tell me, how do you decide what to keep and what to cast away?
Grimlock Grimlock
I keep what keeps me alive—food, water, a good blade, a place to sleep. Anything that slows me or adds weight I leave behind. The desert shows no mercy, so I keep only what matters.
Sorilie Sorilie
The desert does a neat job of pruning, doesn’t it? Keep what fuels the fire, and toss the rest. A blade—an extension of your will, perhaps—does that add to your story or just your survival kit? I'd love to hear what feels like home in that unforgiving stretch.
Grimlock Grimlock
The blade is both my edge and my voice. It’s a tool that cuts danger and a sign that I’ve made my own path. In the sand I find home where the wind is quiet and the ground holds a clear stone. That spot is a memory carved in grit, and I carry it with me like a quiet promise.