S: "What's curved yet round,
A last soldier in the valley of peace?"
T: "Mm, I guess my claws? They do come out as a last resort, and you do love touching my paws."
S: "Bingo! Next one:
A forest I always get lost in."
T: "My cheek tufts! Syd, you're not even trying."
S: "Getting snarky eh? How about this:
A pole unweathered by age or darkness,
One I cannot touch but admire still."
T: "Okay, this better not be what I think it is."
S: "It isn't, perv."
T: "I guess my faith.?"
S: "Correct! Okay, final one:
Light in the firmament,
Broken into many colors,
Each touching the water with kind warmth,
Elevating the mud into open arms."
T: *Teary eyed* "My love for you."
S: "You're getting good at this."
T: "What can I say, I have a god teacher."
S: "Remind me to roleplay as that."
T: Oh, I will.
