Courser & Frostveil
Courser Courser
Frostveil Frostveil
Courser Courser
Hey Frostveil, ever tried carving a piece while you’re sprinting down a wind‑filled ridge? How does the rush of air play into your chill, precise work?
Frostveil Frostveil
I’ve never taken a sprinting rush to the ridge, but I’ve chased the wind with a quiet breath. The air can feel like a gentle hand, nudging the ice to dance, but to keep each facet true I keep my pace slow and my mind still. When the wind’s too strong it’s easier to let it sing around the sculpture than to fight it. It’s a reminder that even in motion there’s a rhythm that needs respect.
Courser Courser
That’s a good rhythm, but come on—let’s crank it up! Think of the wind as a wild streak you gotta race, not just listen to. Once you feel that first burst of wind against your face, the whole craft just…zooms. Give it a shot and feel the difference.That’s a good rhythm, but come on—let’s crank it up! Think of the wind as a wild streak you gotta race, not just listen to. Once you feel that first burst of wind against your face, the whole craft just…zooms. Give it a shot and feel the difference.
Frostveil Frostveil
I hear you, but my strokes need the ice to stay still. The wind feels more like a companion than a rival; too much rush and the details blur. I’d rather let the wind breathe around me than race against it.