Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
A small nod of her head is given to Luciana before the suggestion of someone keeping an eye on it reaches her. There’s a small half-smile of amusement that crosses her face. “I agree. But I’m sure the Eye has his… Well, eye on it.” After all, she shouldn’t be the one to watch out for it to go south either, given the fact that she’s very much not the fighting type. Sera spent her days creating and crafting, callouses from hammers and pens from her blueprints versus those gained from weaponry.
She could hold her own, she imagines, but she certainly didn’t want to find out.
She nods to Luciana and steps through the waterfall, letting it drench her again with a quiet shivering sigh – a whistle leaving her lips for Levi to come back to her. The pale dragonling does, bouncing back from rock to rock before landing upon her shoulders again and tucking his wings in – puffs of air sent through her hair to try and dry it off more.
She could hold her own, she imagines, but she certainly didn’t want to find out.
She nods to Luciana and steps through the waterfall, letting it drench her again with a quiet shivering sigh – a whistle leaving her lips for Levi to come back to her. The pale dragonling does, bouncing back from rock to rock before landing upon her shoulders again and tucking his wings in – puffs of air sent through her hair to try and dry it off more.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
