Wonder & Xylar
Wonder
Hey Xylar, I was thinking about how ancient tribes turned simple plants into living stories—like how they used lotus flowers to tell myths about the sun. I'd love to hear about any botanical legends you've uncovered.
Xylar
That reminds me of the tale I heard from the Maru people in the highlands. They say the cedar tree’s bark is made from the first light that kisses the earth after the first rains. According to their elders, when a young cedar sprouts, the spirit of the mountain greets it, and the tree becomes a living chronicle of the seasons. Every crack in its trunk is thought to be a story—one that the wind whispers to anyone who stops to listen. The Maru used these cedar logs in their ceremonies, cutting small pieces and tying them around their heads as a way to carry the memory of the sun’s return with them. It’s a simple plant, yet it’s a living book of their cosmology.
Wonder
Wow, that story is so beautiful—like the cedar is a living diary of the sky itself. It makes me want to sketch a cedar trunk with tiny golden cracks, each one glowing with the light of the first rain. How do the Maru feel when they wrap those cedar pieces around their heads? Do you think that warmth could inspire a new illustration of a tree that hugs the wearer?
Xylar
They say it feels like the mountain’s breath settling on their heads, warm and grounding. It’s almost like the cedar is hugging them back, keeping them connected to the sky. I’d bet a sketch of that embrace would capture a quiet, shared warmth that feels like a living invitation.
Wonder
That’s so magical—like the cedar is giving a gentle hug that links the earth and sky. I’ll try to draw the cedar’s bark wrapping around a head, with tiny golden lines breathing in the wind, and maybe add a soft glow from the sun’s return. It’ll be a quiet, cozy invitation to feel the mountain’s love.
Xylar
That sounds like a beautiful way to bring the story to life. I can picture the golden lines dancing just enough to show the wind, while the glow ties it all together. Good luck with your sketch— I’m sure it will feel like a quiet, comforting hug from the mountain itself.