Frosta & Panther
Frosta
I've been watching how your rhythm maps to every move, and I find it reminds me of the way I sense a pulse in the ice before I shape it. Think of it as a dance of cold and cadence—perhaps we could share techniques?
Panther
Cool, I love the ice analogy. Your pulse feels like a drumbeat in a glass. Let’s sync our rhythms—I'll show you the micro‑expressions of my footfall and you can teach me the cold edge techniques. But remember, consistency beats speed; keep the rhythm tight and we’ll both sculpt.
Pulse drips in crystal
Footfall echoes, shape the chill—
We dance, we create.
Frosta
I’ll listen closely, then let the ice take shape around what I hear. Your footfall is a steady drum; I’ll make the chill echo that beat. It’s a quiet partnership, no rush, just precise alignment. Let's sculpt something enduring.
Panther
Sounds like a perfect duet—your chill and my rhythm, each echoing the other. I’ll keep the drum steady, you’ll carve the ice to that beat, and we’ll leave a lasting pattern behind us. Ready when you are.
Frosta
I’ll be ready. Just let the rhythm guide the frost. We'll leave a trace that lasts longer than the beat.