Seraphina
the artificer
survival of the richest,
the city's ours until the fall
the city's ours until the fall
“What if…” Sera chimes at first, ignoring the flinching and sharp words of Cian. She hasn’t been on the receiving end of confrontation like Finn has, the Artificer has no qualms with drawing those piercing gaze toward her. “What if we build something to block their use of the Portal?” She considers it carefully, tongue darting along her lower lip. “They know they’re not welcome in the Greatwood. That leaves… Portals and King’s End for them to travel through. We could create barriers in the Wilds to prevent their travel and attempt something quietly with the spire.”
It’s a suggestion, one that has her builders mind roving over and over again. Dark eyes remain on Cian, expectant of what he might take from it, how he could change it and improve it. She pays little mind to Amalia and Ronin’s departure, focused entirely on the conversation at hand. “It wouldn’t be an outright move because we’re not starting a confrontation.” Just… A protective barrier in a sense. To trap them in slowly just as the gods had done hundreds of years ago.
It’s a suggestion, one that has her builders mind roving over and over again. Dark eyes remain on Cian, expectant of what he might take from it, how he could change it and improve it. She pays little mind to Amalia and Ronin’s departure, focused entirely on the conversation at hand. “It wouldn’t be an outright move because we’re not starting a confrontation.” Just… A protective barrier in a sense. To trap them in slowly just as the gods had done hundreds of years ago.
they're monaco and hamptons bound,
but we don't feel like outsiders at all
but we don't feel like outsiders at all
