Dreamy & Spriggan
Spriggan
Dreamy, have you ever listened to the hush of the forest at dusk? There’s a quiet tale that only the leaves know, and I feel it’s waiting for a poem.
Dreamy
The forest sighs when the day melts into twilight, leaves whispering secrets that only the wind can hear, a hush that feels like a poem waiting to unfurl.
Spriggan
Ah, that’s the moment when the forest truly speaks, isn’t it? The wind carries a hint of pine and wet earth, a kind of hush that feels like a secret song only the leaves can hear. If you ever need to know what that song is about, I’ll be the one pointing you to the right moss or the right bark.
Dreamy
That sounds like a gentle invitation, and I’m grateful for it—just knowing someone is ready to guide me through the moss and bark feels like another layer of that hush. Maybe together we’ll catch the song.
Spriggan
I’ll keep the moss steady and the bark sturdy, so you can hear it clear. Just keep your ear open and let the wind carry you there. We'll find the song together.
Dreamy
Thank you for holding the moss and bark steady, I’ll press my ears to the earth and let the wind carry the song into my thoughts. Let’s wander together.
Spriggan
Sounds good, let’s step into the quiet and follow the scent of damp earth. Keep your senses sharp—there’s a rhythm in the roots that’s easier to catch when you’re fully present. We'll find the melody together.