Seraphina
the artificer
If the rumors of the cure were to be true, then Seraphina decides she needs to help. If for nothing else but because one of the Order were affected, and while she could make the miniature hot springs, it still wasn’t as good as a cure given by the gods. So she’s put aside all differences, Levi draped along her shoulders, tucked in beneath the furs she’s worn to get through Halo, and had asked Luciana to go with her.
She tries to ignore the admission the Hammer had given when Sera had been surprised by the egg left for her, calling to her. She’d went back home, tried to pretend that none of it had happened, tried not to let her biases take over. She’d thrown herself into work, into expanding and fixing Finn’s office into a more comfortable space.
And now she was here, trudging through the cave toward Frey’s Breath, layers peeled off just as she had before. Eyes peeled for anything around her that might signify a lily with Luciana at her side. “The springs here are wonderful.” She says quietly, awkwardly, trying to make small talk to make the time go by.
She tries to ignore the admission the Hammer had given when Sera had been surprised by the egg left for her, calling to her. She’d went back home, tried to pretend that none of it had happened, tried not to let her biases take over. She’d thrown herself into work, into expanding and fixing Finn’s office into a more comfortable space.
And now she was here, trudging through the cave toward Frey’s Breath, layers peeled off just as she had before. Eyes peeled for anything around her that might signify a lily with Luciana at her side. “The springs here are wonderful.” She says quietly, awkwardly, trying to make small talk to make the time go by.
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
