“You were seen,” the old one scolded.
“Oh, it harms nothing,” the young one said. “Nobody believes her.”
“When you are careless, you endanger us all,” the old one said.
“But I watch them because I’m waiting,” the young one said impatiently, the sound of a sapling shivering in the wind. “When will it happen?”
“You cannot be seen,” the old one said in a voice low and grave, uncoiling like the innermost rings of an ancient tree. “And you cannot make it happen.”
“But I can help,” the young one said. “Someday, I will.”