Seraphina
the artificer
wanna play cheat, now says the sloth
a domino flush to his nose
a domino flush to his nose
A snort of laughter is offered to Ronin, entirely obnoxiously at the mention of a few people that might care. Sera lived in a time where she certainly didn’t pay attention to how people told her to dress. At the very least, she was all beauty and grace for meetings, gatherings, and her own pleasure. For work? Quite the opposite, buns and lounging clothes, ones that made it easier to move and without skirts to get in the way.
Regardless, a knowing look is shot his way as he tells her that she makes a good point. She does, quite often, should she say so herself.
They arrive in the shop, however, and Sera finally takes a sip of her drink that won’t burn her tongue, relishing with an easy sigh at the ease of it all. “Do enjoy yourself.” She certainly will. And it’s a good thing they’ve stopped here anyway, a few things Sera needs to get delivered to resupply her workshop. It gives Ronin plenty of time to get lost while Sera speaks with the owner over it all, and it takes her a bit to find him.
He’s comparing two sets of paint when she finds him, almost as if debating getting one over the other, and Sera can’t help the amused smile on her face as she takes another sip of her hot chocolate before she leans back from the aisle to look back at the owner. "We'll take both these sets of paint and whatever else Mister Taliesin would like." The owner nods, writing down a few things here and there, and Sera gives Ronin quite the smug look. "You're welcome."
Regardless, a knowing look is shot his way as he tells her that she makes a good point. She does, quite often, should she say so herself.
They arrive in the shop, however, and Sera finally takes a sip of her drink that won’t burn her tongue, relishing with an easy sigh at the ease of it all. “Do enjoy yourself.” She certainly will. And it’s a good thing they’ve stopped here anyway, a few things Sera needs to get delivered to resupply her workshop. It gives Ronin plenty of time to get lost while Sera speaks with the owner over it all, and it takes her a bit to find him.
He’s comparing two sets of paint when she finds him, almost as if debating getting one over the other, and Sera can’t help the amused smile on her face as she takes another sip of her hot chocolate before she leans back from the aisle to look back at the owner. "We'll take both these sets of paint and whatever else Mister Taliesin would like." The owner nods, writing down a few things here and there, and Sera gives Ronin quite the smug look. "You're welcome."
tickle that cheek and take your throne
pump your veins with gushing gold
pump your veins with gushing gold
