Birdsong & Tittus
Birdsong Birdsong
Tittus Tittus
Tittus Tittus
Birdsong, I’ve heard that a true knight can only find honor when his deeds are sung by those who remember them. Do your melodies ever carry the weight of a battlefield, or do they only whisper of the peace that follows?
Birdsong Birdsong
Birdsong I sing like a river, winding through fields and fields of memory. My melodies are mostly the quiet after a storm, the calm that follows a fight. But when the wind carries the clang of swords, I let a single note rise, echoing that weight. I think honor is not just the clash, but the song that remembers it, so I try to make mine a gentle bridge between battle and peace.
Tittus Tittus
A fine line you’ve struck—battle’s roar meets the hush after. I’d say honor’s proof lies in both the clash and the lull that follows, so keep that bridge sturdy, lest it break when the next storm comes.
Birdsong Birdsong
Birdsong I’ll keep the bridge steady, humming softly while the storm rolls on, and if it creaks, I’ll patch it with more songs of hope and courage. Let the lull be as brave as the clash, so honor stays alive in both.
Tittus Tittus
A fine pledge, Birdsong. Honor is kept in both the clash and the quiet, so keep that bridge strong. And if it creaks, let your courage be the iron that holds it together.