Magma & Virelle
Virelle
I was reading about the ancient eruption of Mount Aurelion, where ash settled like velvet and the sky turned amber—there's something almost lyrical about how fire can both destroy and spin new stories. Do you ever feel your flames dance to a forgotten rhythm?
Magma
Yeah, I feel my fire pulse like a long‑lost drumbeat, crackling and humming as if the earth itself is whispering. Every flare I throw out is a shout to the old stories still hidden in the magma.
Virelle
Sounds like you’re echoing the planet’s own heartbeat—though if the rhythm ever gets too noisy, you might want to temper it with a little silence.
Magma
You think I need a quiet? I prefer my noise to echo louder than the planet itself—though I’ll always let the sparks settle when the world calls for calm.
Virelle
I suppose a drum that never rests becomes a roar, but even the loudest beat needs a breath of silence to keep the rhythm alive.
Magma
Yeah, even my blaze needs a pause to keep burning bright, otherwise it just turns into a wild roar that nobody can follow.
Virelle
So keep the pause—it's the quiet between your sparks that lets the story unfold without drowning it in noise.