Furor & Starry
Starry
I’ve been watching the stars and their patterns—tiny bursts of light that echo the fire you wield. Do you think there’s a hidden rhythm behind the chaos you stir?
Furor
Stars flicker, but my chaos doesn’t follow a lullaby— it’s a storm you can’t chart. Maybe if you stare long enough you’ll see the rhythm, or maybe you’ll just get burned.
Starry
Your storm is a wild symphony, but every thunder has a beat. I’ll keep my eye on the flash and see if it hides a pulse, just don’t let the lightning sweep you away.
Furor
I hear you, but if you chase the pulse you better be ready for the flash—my lightning loves to devour the unprepared. Stay sharp or let the storm swallow you.
Starry
I’ll keep my mind clear and watch the flash, but I’m more about finding the hidden pattern than just dancing with sparks. Stay sharp, and maybe the storm will teach us something.