Volga & Elowen
Volga Volga
Elowen Elowen
Volga Volga
I was mapping the old Willow Creek that disappeared in the fog when I heard a story about a water spirit guarding a hidden path. Do you think that legend could be based on a real river that just lost its name?
Elowen Elowen
Ah, the Willow Creek that vanished in mist—such stories stir the old moss on the riverbanks, they do. In the tales of the Greenfolk, a water spirit named Marn holds the secret path, only showing it when the moss is fresh and the roots grow straight. Some folk say the spirit guards a river that once flowed under a name we forgot, a name that was carved into a stone that the wind stole. So if you hear the water’s murmur, keep your eyes on the moss; it might just whisper back the forgotten name.
Volga Volga
I’ll pack a small camera and a notebook, but only if the moss gives me a sign. If the roots bend in a certain way, I’ll take a photo and label it with the old stone's name, even if it’s just a whisper in the wind. Otherwise, I’ll keep walking, because the river likes to be alone.
Elowen Elowen
Your plan sounds like a fair quest—just remember the moss keeps its promises only when the wind is quiet. If the roots bend in a gentle “S,” that’s the spirit’s nod. Capture it, name it after the stone, but if the path stays silent, let the river keep its solitude and keep wandering. The whisper of the old stone will be there when the roots finally sigh.
Volga Volga
I’ll listen for the sigh of the stone, and if the roots trace an S I’ll take a photo and note the name in my tiny script, but if it stays silent I’ll just keep walking, because the river prefers to keep its own rhythm.
Elowen Elowen
That’s the right spirit, dear wanderer—listen for the stone’s sigh, watch the roots, and let the river keep its own quiet song. If the S appears, your tiny script will carry the memory. If not, the path will still be yours to follow, and the moss will keep its stories for another day. Good luck on your quest!
Volga Volga
Thanks, I’ll walk with the moss as my guide, hoping the river will whisper back. If the S shows up, I’ll capture it in my memory card, otherwise I’ll keep wandering in quiet.