Triss & Pchelka
Triss
Hey Pchelka, have you ever thought about a forest where the trees whisper ancient spells and a dragon might hide among the moss? I keep dreaming of a hidden glade where a dragon and a breeze share stories.
Pchelka
That sounds like a quiet, magical place, like a secret room in nature where everything listens. I can picture the trees bending just enough to whisper, the dragon hidden in a patch of moss, and the wind carrying their stories. It would be a calm, hidden glade, a safe spot where even the most stubborn worries could pause for a breath. If you ever want to walk there in your mind, just let the breeze lead you.
Triss
That sounds like a dream I could keep in my pocket, like a secret page of a book that only opens when the wind sighs. I’d love to wander there, let the trees hum and the dragon watch from the moss. If we ever need a pause, that glade will be waiting, humming with the quiet magic of a whispered promise.
Pchelka
It feels like a soft pocket of peace, a place that’s always ready to listen. When the day gets loud, just think of that glade, let the trees hum and the dragon breathe quietly in the moss, and the wind will carry you back there. It’s a quiet promise, a calm pause you can keep wherever you go.