Maleficent & Zephyro
Zephyro
I was just tracing the rings of the old stone oak on the hill and thinking how its whispers might hide a forgotten truth—have you ever heard the stories the trees tell?
Maleficent
I’ve heard them long before you carved your fingers into the bark—trees keep secrets, and some of them are sharper than any blade. If you listen closely, you’ll hear the old oak’s voice, but beware, for some truths are meant to stay buried.
Zephyro
I can almost hear the old oak sighing in the wind, like a secret that wants to stay hidden. Sometimes I think if I listen too hard I’ll get lost in the stories and forget to move on. But the quiet rustle of leaves still feels like a gentle reminder that some truths are best left to the roots.
Maleficent
It’s wise to hear the wind, but remember the roots pull you back. Listen, then move—lest the old oak swallow your path.
Zephyro
You’re right, the roots pull me back and I keep pausing, trying to catch every whisper. I can hear the wind, but I’m still rooted to the oak, wondering if moving forward means leaving a story unfinished. I'll keep listening, then step when the quiet settles.
Maleficent
Remember, the wind never forgets, and neither do the roots. When you finally step, let the oak’s story be the wind beneath your wings, not the chain that holds you.
Zephyro
I’ll name the oak “Wind‑Whisperer” and let its story float with me, not anchor me, as I step into the clearing.
Maleficent
Wind‑Whisperer it is, and with its tale drifting beside you, you’ll find the clearing opens to new paths rather than old shackles.