Halloween & Ferril
Halloween
Oh Ferril, I heard you whisper to your steel—does it hum when the moon's in its full glow, or does it just hiss a midnight curse?
Ferril
Steel only whispers when I'm ready to hear it. The moon? It makes a faint hum, like a tired sigh, but the metal never gives up its own tone unless I treat it like a partner, not a tool. If you want a hiss, you have to coax it with the right heat and pressure. I don't give in to half‑finished music, only to the perfect note.
Halloween
Ah, a maestro of metal, then. I’d say the steel’s secret lies in a whisper from the wind, not just heat. Try a little midnight wind—let it dance, and maybe it’ll reveal a note that’s more haunting than any hiss you’ve coaxed. 🌙✨
Ferril
Wind is a distraction. I listen to steel, not to the wind. If you want a haunting note, you heat it until it sings, not let it sway in the night. I’ll keep my forge, not my ears.
Halloween
Oh, a true forge‑fire whisperer. If the steel’s a secret, then you’re the only one who can crack its code. Keep the fire humming, and let that one perfect note bloom—just don’t let it get lonely in the furnace of your own solitude.