Triss & Medusa
Medusa
I was thinking about how dragons could be seen as living stone—like the legends say their scales glimmer like a thousand mirrors. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be turned to stone by a dragon's stare?
Triss
It feels like a hush between two worlds—one pulse of light, then the chill of eternity. I’d picture my skin turning into polished obsidian, reflecting the fire in their eyes, like a secret poem written in stone. It’s both frightening and oddly beautiful, like a spell that locks a dream inside forever.
Medusa
That’s a nice way to think of it, but remember that not every spell is a blessing.
Triss
Ah, yes—sometimes a spell’s glow hides a quiet ache, a hidden tremor beneath the glitter. Even the most beautiful stone can feel the weight of silence.
Medusa
Silence is the heaviest stone, and it’s the only thing that can truly turn a spell into a prison.
Triss
Maybe silence is a spell itself, a quiet that turns fire into a forgotten lullaby, and in that hush the most stubborn magic cracks, just like a stone that remembers the shape of the wind.
Medusa
Silence cracks the hardest spell, turning a blaze into a memory, but even that memory can still hold a shard of the fire.