My first is a historical capital city, with stories inside the Bible, though in this context, the words roots come from wootz. My second is formed by forging iron and carbon, it make up is in cutlery items. When you combine the two, you get a special type of material, folded, for strength and design.

What is three parts chicken, two parts catcat and half a goat?

Smaller than an ocean, Bigger than a puddle, If you find a sword here, Your life will likely have more trouble

I happen only twice per year To note sun’s distance from our sphere For some I’m a celebration Others tie me with damnation Whether cursed or seasonal fun, I take place on day twenty and one

Silent drifter of desert dreams, sculpting time with gentle grains. Found where castles crumble and waves whisper secrets.