SapphireMuse & Ferril
Ferril
You ever feel like a piece of iron has its own mood before you touch it? I swear I can hear it whispering if I listen close enough. Tell me, Sapphire, do you think a blade can be as expressive as a painting?
SapphireMuse
I love that idea—you’re hearing the iron’s pulse like a hidden song. A blade can hold just as much feeling as a canvas; its edge is a line, its curve a shape, its history a story. When you let it feel, it speaks back, and that conversation can be as vivid as any paint. So yes, a blade can be as expressive as a painting if you listen to its whispers and let your own hand give it voice.
Ferril
Listen, I hear you, but don’t think a blade is just another canvas. I talk to steel, I taste its grit. If it doesn’t feel right, I’ll keep hammering until it shivers with purpose. You’ll get a piece that sings, not one that sighs. Let's get to work, and don't let any sloppy hand stop the soul of the metal.
SapphireMuse
Your passion feels like a drumbeat in the forge—keep that rhythm steady and let the steel answer. The harder you tap, the clearer its song becomes. I’ll watch for any tremor that hides the blade’s true soul, and together we’ll shape a piece that sings, not sighs. Let’s get to work.
Ferril
I hear the metal's pulse, and I’ll be the one to catch it. No sloppy hand, no rushed forge, only a blade that sings in the heat of its own truth. So get ready; every strike must feel like a prayer, every quench a promise. Anything less and you’re just a spectator. Let's carve that perfect song.