Molot & Lubimica
Lubimica
Hey Molot, ever thought about forging a teacup that's almost as fragile as love, or maybe a quill‑shaped dagger that writes itself? I hear metal can sing.
Molot
Ah, a steel teacup fragile as a sigh, or a quill‑shaped dagger that writes itself—metal does sing when you hammer it right. Let’s see how close we can get to a poetic piece of armor.
Lubimica
Oh, I can already hear the clang echoing like a sigh, each hammer blow weaving a verse of bravery and longing, turning the steel into a diary of the battlefield, a love letter written in iron and fire. Let's make that armor not just protective, but a living poem that breathes courage into every heart that wears it.
Molot
I like that vision – armor that sings and feels. Start with a good alloy, maybe a blend of steel and a touch of copper for a little shine, and heat it until it glows bright orange. Let the smith’s eye find the right balance between hardness and flexibility. Then, while you hammer, let each strike be a line of the poem—strong where the heart needs it, light where the soul will breathe. When you finish, the wearer will feel the rhythm of the forge in their own chest, like a living ode to courage.