Seraphina
the artificer
It’s easy conversation on the way there, Seraphina hoping that deep down it helps ease Amalia’s discomfort when it comes to her place here in Stormbreak. She doesn’t find out if it does immediately, however, because they’re slipping into the shop and her attention is brought to the demi-god, watching the woman as she gasps, almost looking like a deer trapped by a light. So Sera slips over toward Amalia’s side, noticing how she fidgets with her tunic hem, while flowers bloom within her hair.
“That’s why you’ve got me.” She offers, flashing a winning smile and moving to hook her arm around Amalia’s again to guide her in, the Artificer waving hello to the shop keep before departing down the aisles. “So I usually start with looking through them and seeing what would make me… Well, feel good about wearing it. Whether that’s the color or texture of the fabric.” A shoulder shrugs lightly before she’s walking slowly by a wall of soft, vibrant jackets in bright hues and warm fur linings. “Take your time, there’s a spot in the back you can try them on and see how they fit and if they make you happy.”
Sera’s fingers reach out to run along the collar of a lighter jacket, the fabric a bit silky and shiny in comparison to the furs of the thicker ones, before her dark eyes are slipping back to the Archangel.
“That’s why you’ve got me.” She offers, flashing a winning smile and moving to hook her arm around Amalia’s again to guide her in, the Artificer waving hello to the shop keep before departing down the aisles. “So I usually start with looking through them and seeing what would make me… Well, feel good about wearing it. Whether that’s the color or texture of the fabric.” A shoulder shrugs lightly before she’s walking slowly by a wall of soft, vibrant jackets in bright hues and warm fur linings. “Take your time, there’s a spot in the back you can try them on and see how they fit and if they make you happy.”
Sera’s fingers reach out to run along the collar of a lighter jacket, the fabric a bit silky and shiny in comparison to the furs of the thicker ones, before her dark eyes are slipping back to the Archangel.
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
