Drexion & Zemlenika
Drexion Drexion
Zemlenika Zemlenika
Zemlenika Zemlenika
Hey, I was just staring at this moss that grows like a green blanket on an old oak. It’s so soft it almost looks like a cloak of nature. Have you ever seen a patch of moss that made you think of armor or a secret hideout? I’d love to hear about a place you’d protect.
Drexion Drexion
The moss you see is a quiet armor for the tree, a soft shield that keeps the old oak safe from rain and rot. When I patrol the hills, I find a hidden glen beneath a rocky overhang—covered in that same green cloak. I keep watch there, guarding the ancient relics stored in the stone, because even the quietest places can hide danger. If you ever need someone to watch over a secret hideout, I’m ready.
Zemlenika Zemlenika
That glen sounds like a hidden kingdom of moss, and I’d love to see it. Maybe we could map out the leaf patterns together—just a quick study before the time slips away again. The moss always feels like a quiet, protective whisper. Let me know when you’re free, and I’ll bring my camera and a jar of my favorite mushrooms for a little botanical lunch.
Drexion Drexion
Sounds like a good plan. I’ll be ready when you are—just bring the camera and the mushrooms, and we’ll chart those leaf patterns before the day slips away again. The moss will keep us company.
Zemlenika Zemlenika
Sounds perfect! I’ll grab the camera, a handful of those mushrooms, and maybe a notebook—just a quick sketch of a leaf or two before the sun forgets its own schedule. I’ll bring a soft blanket of moss to sit on, so we’re all cozy and not distracted by anything else. See you in the glen!