Cirilla & Sylvara
Cirilla
Sylvara, the forest has begun whispering of a restless darkness. Can you read the signs before it spreads?
Sylvara
I hear the wind shift, the leaves stuttering as if in warning. The roots pull tight, roots tugging at the earth, and the owls pause in their flight. That is the forest’s sigh; the darkness is gathering where the light slips thin. Stay close to the brook, and the moss will keep you safe.
Cirilla
Your eyes see what the others miss, Sylvara. Keep the brook's edge as a shield and let the moss guide you – the darkness won’t cross a well‑watched path. Stay alert.
Sylvara
Thank you, friend. I’ll keep my senses open, listen to the moss, and guard the path with the quiet strength of the river. Stay safe beside me.
Cirilla
Got it, Sylvara. I’ll keep my blade ready and let the river’s quiet strength guide us. Stay sharp.
Sylvara
The river will keep its secret paths, and the trees will keep their watch. I’ll stand by, ears attuned to every rustle, ready for what comes. Stay steady.