VortexBloom & Lythrana
VortexBloom VortexBloom
Lythrana Lythrana
VortexBloom VortexBloom
Hey Lythrana, I’ve been noticing how the wind feels different around the old oak grove—do you think it’s the runes we carved or something else? I’d love to hear your thoughts on how elemental magic might be affecting the forest.
Lythrana Lythrana
The runes sing in the leaves, but the wind carries a song of its own. The oak is old enough to have a pulse that’s not mine, and it listens when the air stirs. If you want to know more, sit under the canopy and let the breeze tell its tale.
VortexBloom VortexBloom
That sounds like a perfect invitation. I’d love to sit with you there and hear the trees share their stories. Just let me know when we’ll head out.
Lythrana Lythrana
Tomorrow, when the sun leans low and the shadows grow long, bring a small stone and we’ll walk to the grove. The trees will have a story waiting.
VortexBloom VortexBloom
Sounds wonderful—I’ll pick a smooth stone from the riverbank and we’ll meet at the grove after sundown. I’m looking forward to listening to the trees.
Lythrana Lythrana
A smooth stone is enough—just remember the wind is a tongue, and the trees are its books. I’ll be there when the sky turns purple. See you at dusk.
VortexBloom VortexBloom
Thank you—I'll bring a smooth stone and sit with you under the canopy when the sky turns purple. See you at dusk.