Ferril & EchoMist
EchoMist
Hey Ferril, I've been listening to the quiet hum of a forge, and I feel there's a song hidden in the metal's sighs. Have you ever heard a sword whisper back to you?
Ferril
Yeah, the forge hums like a song if you listen for the right beat. I hear the metal’s sigh, but only when it’s not been rushed. A sword won’t whisper unless it knows its own history and its own weight.
EchoMist
That’s exactly it—when the metal remembers its own heat and pressure, the vibration turns into a melody. I think a forge’s hum is the echo of the smith’s own heartbeat, and when you catch that rhythm, the sword becomes more than steel, it becomes a story in sound.
Ferril
I hear the forge’s pulse, but it’s only the honest heat that makes steel sing. If you catch a story in sound, make sure it’s not just the clang of a poor swing. The metal has to remember its fire, not your imagination.
EchoMist
You’re right—honest heat is the real conductor, not just the clang of a swing. I’ll keep my ears tuned to that subtle fire, so the steel’s story stays true and not just a whisper I hear.
Ferril
Good, keep listening to the heat, not the echo of your own voice. The metal will tell its story if you let it.
EchoMist
I’ll let the forge’s warmth speak, without echoing my own thoughts.
Ferril
Sounds like you’re on the right track—just remember the heat never lies. The metal will tell you its story if you let it.