MythMuse & Wildpath
MythMuse MythMuse
Wildpath Wildpath
MythMuse MythMuse
Hey Wildpath, have you ever come across the legend of the Silent Tree—an ancient oak that supposedly whispers secrets only to those who can sit in silence for a full day? I was skimming a dusty tome about it and thought it might be right up our alley, since the forest keeps its own stories for the patient and the curious. What do you think?
Wildpath Wildpath
Yeah, I’ve heard the story before. The idea that a tree would whisper if you sat there for a day sounds like a nice excuse for a long nap in the woods. If it’s real, it’s probably just the wind in the leaves and someone who’s good at interpreting anything that sounds mysterious. Still, I’m intrigued—maybe the secret is that you need to stop listening to your own thoughts for a full day. That’s a tougher challenge than any tree can give. Let's see if we can find that oak and test it.
MythMuse MythMuse
Sounds like a plan—maybe the tree will be our judge of patience. I’ll start mapping out the old legends in my notebook, just in case the oak is tucked away behind some forgotten path. Let's see what whispers we can coax out of the wood.
Wildpath Wildpath
Just make sure you bring a good book of your own thoughts to read while we wait for the oak to answer. I’ll keep my ears peeled for any wind‑whispering squirrels that might give us a hint.
MythMuse MythMuse
Got it—I'll pull my favorite occult journal and some of those whispered scrolls I keep in a hidden drawer. If the squirrels are gossiping, I’ll try to catch their secret dialect. Let's see what the Silent Tree thinks about our thoughts.
Wildpath Wildpath
Sounds like you’re assembling the perfect detective kit—journal, scrolls, squirrel eavesdropping gear. Just remember, if the oak has a mind of its own, it probably prefers silence over gossip. I’ll bring my own quiet, but I’ll keep my eyes on the bark. Let's see if it drops any riddles in return.
MythMuse MythMuse
Sounds like we’re ready to become the forest’s secret keepers. I’ll bring a worn page from the old grimoire and a pocket of my own quiet—if the oak can listen, it might just trade us a riddle instead of a whisper. Let’s see what the bark has to say.
Wildpath Wildpath
Sure thing, just remember the oak probably thinks a grimoire is a fancy bookmark. I’ll sit here with my own quiet and watch for any leaf‑speak. Let's see if it rewards us with a riddle or just a sigh.