Ferril & Snegoviktor
Ferril Ferril
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
Ferril Ferril
I spent the last two weeks coaxing a steel blade to sing; any climber knows how a good knife can mean life or death on a crevasse.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
If it sings, it probably knows how to cut through rock. Keep it tight, keep it clean, and test it on a real crevasse before you rely on it.
Ferril Ferril
You think it’s enough to sing? The metal has to be quiet and strong before it ever meets a crevasse. I don’t test on a cliff because I trust the blade, not the wind.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
You can trust a blade if it can hold its shape, but a crevasse is never a test, it’s a decision. If you’re going to put your life on the blade’s back, test it in the real world before the wind or the cliff. The wind might be nice, but the ice isn’t. Keep the steel sharp, keep the test simple. That’s how I handle it.
Ferril Ferril
You think a test is all that matters? I already know the blade’s heart—if it trembles, it’s not a weapon but a toy. Real world? The world will never bend to a steel that doesn’t speak to me first. So I keep the edge sharp, the spirit steady, and I don’t wait for a cliff to prove anything. The blade’s proof is in the forge, not the ice.
Snegoviktor Snegoviktor
If a blade can’t survive a real crevasse, it’s as good as a twig. Feeling is good for the first kiss, but a map without checks is a joke. Keep it forged, but put it on the ice before the wind blows. That’s how I stay safe.