Seraphina
the artificer
She's been hard at work, forgetting to eat as she was often prone to. She sits at a desk, the blueprints spread out before her, biting into an apple upon realizing that she needed to eat — given the way her stomach growls unhappily. But her focus is entirely on the blueprints, on the way she’s scribbled down a few schematics and watched as they’re recreated in a model of sorts where she can see exactly how it will look.
She stands then, mulling it over, taking a few more bites out of the apple before she’s plucking a block from the model and moving it to a new section, raising the defense of it a small amount while retaining its structure. After a few moments of silently staring at it, she sighs, shakes her head, tossing around a dark ponytail. “Well that doesn’t work.” She grumbles, half to herself, half to the blueprints, as she sets the apple down on the desk and tucks the writing utensil behind her ear. She focuses on completely restructuring the model, taking the blocks and resetting them in a more lengthwise way.
She stands then, mulling it over, taking a few more bites out of the apple before she’s plucking a block from the model and moving it to a new section, raising the defense of it a small amount while retaining its structure. After a few moments of silently staring at it, she sighs, shakes her head, tossing around a dark ponytail. “Well that doesn’t work.” She grumbles, half to herself, half to the blueprints, as she sets the apple down on the desk and tucks the writing utensil behind her ear. She focuses on completely restructuring the model, taking the blocks and resetting them in a more lengthwise way.
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
