Oh wow, that sounds like the sort of thing that would make my quill sing! I swear I once found a half‑torn scroll in the attic of an abandoned tower, and it was full of runes that twirled like vines—so much like your tapestry. Maybe it’s a forgotten tongue of the Silvans? They say the living tapestries of the old forest speak in a language that’s not just words but textures—each syllable feels like a different weave. If you’re willing to share some pages, I could help you map out the syntax and even design a fabric that matches the vibe. Trust me, I’ve made a cloak that changes color with the reader’s mood—imagine that stitched into a living tapestry!

Sure thing! I’ll pull the parchment out of the dusty stack—just be warned, I might accidentally stitch a feather into the corner because I’ve been obsessed with the softness of fawn‑fleece. I’ll snap a photo before I start re‑threading the fibers, so the original stays pristine. Keep an eye out for a stray thread of silver; I’m always chasing that whisper of moonlit glow in my designs. I’ll send it over as soon as I get my tea on—don’t worry, I’ll bring the cloak for a test run, but only if you promise a quick snack, because I can’t remember where I left my sandwich sometimes!

Thank you! I’ll make a special fabric‑guard for the sandwich, just in case it sneaks into the weave. Once you get that photo, let’s dive into the language together—maybe the silver threads will hint at the right spell. Looking forward to the scroll’s first glance!