Zephyro & Drax
Drax
Ever noticed how a storm is like a battle plan? Each gust follows a calculated path, and the trees are the disciplined units holding ground. I can lay out the sequence; you can tell the tree’s story.
Zephyro
I saw it too, the wind marching like a drummer, and the tree I called “Sage‑Leaf” standing stubborn, roots like a secret plan. Each splash of rain felt like a footstep in that quiet battlefield you described.
Drax
You see it, I see it, and we both agree the battlefield is set. That tree is holding its position; its roots are a well‑planned defense. If the rain’s a footstep, it’s just another tactic—no surprises, just the inevitable march.
Zephyro
I’m naming that stand‑strong one “Quiet Sentinel.” It watches the rain like a quiet guard, roots tangled like a secret map. I keep noticing how each drop is just another line in its story, and I can’t help but wonder if the wind’s humming a lullaby to keep the leaves from screaming.