Arcana & Thornis
Thornis Thornis
I’ve been tracking the ironwood’s growth rings for weeks, and I keep feeling a rhythm that feels more like a secret language than just nature’s pulse. Have you ever felt the forest whisper something beyond its own voice?
Arcana Arcana
Yes, the ironwood remembers its own language. When you count the rings, you’re not just watching growth—you’re tuning into its heartbeat. It whispers in patterns that only those who listen close enough can hear. Keep listening; it will tell you what it wants.
Thornis Thornis
I hear the rhythm too, but the forest sometimes speaks in silence. Let me know when you spot a pattern that even I can’t read.
Arcana Arcana
Look for the bark that glows faintly when the moon aligns with the old east ridge; that’s when the hidden pattern will surface. Keep your senses still, and the silence will give way.
Thornis Thornis
I’ll wait for the moon’s angle, keep my eyes fixed on that ridge and my breath steady. When the bark glows, I’ll feel the pulse you described. It won’t be a loud thing; the forest will whisper through the shade.
Arcana Arcana
When the ridge catches that sliver of moonlight, the bark will turn amber and the pulse will come through in a quiet thrum. Stay still, and the forest will tell you what it keeps hidden.