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.