Myst & Sylvienne
Myst
You ever notice how the wind through the old stand seems to hum a tune that’s not in the air? I’ve heard a rumor about a creature that steals names and that might just be the first clue we’re looking for.
Sylvienne
The wind’s always had a way of making a song out of nothing, but a creature that steals names? That’s the sort of trickster that makes a guardian uneasy. I’ll keep a quiet watch—names and wolves alike don’t leave their marks easily.
Myst
Sounds like the old stories finally got a bite out of their own myths, doesn’t it? If that thing’s out there, I’ll be the one to sniff it out, but I’ll bring the silence with me, just in case it thinks quiet’s a weakness.
Sylvienne
I’ll keep my ears wide and my stance still—quiet is my edge, not a crack in the armor. If it thinks silence is a weakness, it’ll be the one that hears the wind wrong.
Myst
Sounds like you’ve got the right armor for a creature that feeds on words. I’ll just watch the wind and see if it starts echoing back your name.