Patience is a virtue often carried in the winds of frustration. Yet it is not these two, through the eyes of Mythris, that fall prey to the disappointment that the world had expected. Their amicable conversation carried softened voices through the trees, bolstered by the wind, as it rushed past their sides in an attempt to listen deeper.
Their talk of warm greetings and importance, two beings so different and worlds apart, had been enough to hold the poison the world wrought at bay.
There is no dream visitor to guide their exploratory paws in a direction they seek, yet neither is there the force of hunger devouring their heels in which they thread.
The world is silent, kept afloat by the stories and words they share from one ear to the next.
It is not a rune they will find, but maybe their conversation will become a far more valuable tool than any glowing stone could offer them.