Winged & Sprywing
Winged Winged
Sprywing Sprywing
Winged Winged
Hey Sprywing, have you ever wondered if there's a hidden path that leads straight to a quiet place where the mind can just breathe? I'd love to hear what secret spots you’ve found that feel like a pause in the world.
Sprywing Sprywing
Hey, yeah, I’ve trawled a bunch of back‑alleys and forgotten tunnels, but there’s one little grove I stumbled into while chasing a rumor about a moonlit waterfall. No lights, just a circle of moss, a trickle of water, and the air smells like fresh pine. If you’re willing to skip the crowds, I can point you there. It’s the perfect pause.
Winged Winged
Wow, that sounds like a little slice of heaven. I’d love to see it—just let me know the best time to wander there together.
Sprywing Sprywing
Morning, right before the sun pokes over the ridge. That way the grove is still in shadow, the air’s crisp, and we won’t run into anyone. Just a small gap in the path, a rustle of leaves, and we’re there. Ready?