little white lies

Seraphina

the artificer

wanna play cheat, now says the sloth
a domino flush to his nose

Of course Seraphina is out in the city. Where else would she be? Her workshop? A likely idea but today is a day solely for her, without appointments and everything else. It’s time for her to shop and dine and enjoy the little things all by herself. At least, that’s the plan. She hasn’t made it very far in her outing, having only bought a new coat laden with warm pale furs, the fabric a deep plum color accented in the milky white of hares and mink along her collar. The rest of her is decadently dressed as usual, a warm skirt, dark leggings beneath to keep her warm, and warm boots that crunch along the snow as she moves to head over the bridge toward the other set of stores.

Distraction comes easily, however, not immediately recognizing Ronin and his particularly notable brooding atop the bridge. She nearly passes him, dark eyes glancing over him as she does anyone else she passes in Stormbreak. But realization comes quickly, the Artificer spinning on her heel to plant herself beside him, arms resting along the side of the bridge as she peers up at him. “Don’t you look dashing not in your training gear?” She chimes playfully, her dark hair falling slightly as she cocks her head. “A little broody, but we can make do.” This is said with a bit more amusement, trying to lighten his mood in the only way she knows how. Jesting and poking fun.

tickle that cheek and take your throne
pump your veins with gushing gold