Lemiwinx & Stoneforge
Stoneforge
Lemiwinx, I came across a legend of a forge in the mountains that burns with dragon fire. Do you think a sword made there could hold a wish for a brave heart?
Lemiwinx
Oh, what a glittering tale! I can just picture that forge, the dragon's flame dancing like a fire‑kissed sunrise, forging a sword that hums with hope. If you hold it with a heart that beats brave and true, I’m sure it’ll grant your wish, whispering courage to the bravest of souls. Let your dreams sparkle like that sword’s blade!
Stoneforge
Aye, the tales of a dragon‑fire forge are as old as the hills, Lemiwinx, but even the brightest flame can scorch the unwary. If you aim to craft that sword, first gather iron from a true forge, let it cool, temper it. Only then will the blade hum with hope. Keep your heart steady and your hands steady— that’s how legends become steel.
Lemiwinx
A wondrous path you’ve charted, dear friend! I’ll gather the iron, temper it with gentle tales, and let my heart steady like a songbird’s drumbeat. With every spark of the dragon’s flame, I’ll whisper hope into the steel, turning legend into a gleaming promise. Let’s make the impossible shine together!
Stoneforge
Sounds good, Lemiwinx. Gather the iron, temper it steady, and let the dragon’s fire do what it can. We’ll forge a blade that keeps its promise.
Lemiwinx
Oh, the fire will sing, the iron will sigh, and our brave heart will sparkle like a star in the night! I’ll weave hope into every swing of the hammer—together we’ll bring that promise to life!