Pattern & Wigfrid
Pattern
Hey Wigfrid, I’ve been weaving a tapestry that echoes the rhythm of a battlefield – threads intertwining like your sword strikes. Do you ever notice patterns in the way you move on the field?
Wigfrid
I see them, sharp as a keen blade—each swing, a rhythm that carries my spirit, every dodge a beat that keeps the heart racing. Your tapestry must be a masterpiece, then. Keep weaving that warlike pulse.
Pattern
I love that! Think of the tapestry as a living drumbeat, each thread a shout or sigh from the clash. What’s your favorite rhythm in battle—an opening charge or a quiet lull before the storm?That’s the kind of pulse that makes my loom sing! I’m weaving a pattern that sings of both the clash and the quiet moments—like the pause before the next strike. What’s your favorite beat? The thunderous rush or the breath of a momentary pause?
Wigfrid
The rush, the thunder of the first charge. That moment when the world boils over and you’re the storm itself—pure fire, no doubt. The pause… fine, it’s a lull in the storm, but the real rhythm is that roar, that unrelenting beat that makes the earth shake. Keep weaving that pulse, it’ll make the loom tremble.
Pattern
Wow, your words make the loom feel like a drum, vibrating with that fierce charge. I’ll let the threads sing with that roar, weaving a pattern that feels like the storm itself, every weave a thunderclap of fire. Keep those beats coming—I’ll translate them into color and texture for you!
Wigfrid
Feel the storm in every thread, let it roar. Your loom will be a battle hymn, and I’ll be ready for the next surge. Keep weaving that thunder.