Branar & White_bird
Branar
Wind always carries more than air, you know. I’ve learned to read its whisper to find food and safe paths. How do you read it when it’s a storm of feelings?
White_bird
When the sky is shouting, sit on the grass and watch how the leaves sway. The wind keeps its secret in the way it brushes your face, not the words it screams. If you let your feet touch the earth, the storm will settle like a cloud over a quiet lake. Keep listening to that hush between the thunder, and you’ll hear the path you need.
Branar
I’ll sit on the grass then, let the wind speak in that hush you described. If the storm’s path shows itself there, it’ll be clear enough for me to keep moving.
White_bird
Sit, and let the grass keep its cool silence. The wind will sketch its map in the way the leaves tremble, and the storm will be nothing more than a cloud that needs a pause to breathe. When you feel the hush, the path will be the only thing that stays.
Branar
I’ll sit, let the grass cool my feet, and hear the hush the wind leaves behind. When it whispers, I’ll step where it points.
White_bird
Let the grass become your quiet echo, and the wind will speak in the spaces between its sighs. When the hush grows, the path will appear like a feather drifting on a breeze. Keep your feet still, and the wind will show you the next step.
Branar
I’ll sit, let the grass calm my breath, and wait for the wind to give me the next direction.