// down by the river i was drawn by your grace, into tempest of oblivion and to the lover's place
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
A day of work leaves Sera far less put together than she typically appears. The workshop can get warm, leaving her in a short sleeved shirt with marks on it from work, pants made for flexibility, and boots that certainly made it so she wouldn’t destroy her foot should she drop something. Today’s full of working on both the easel for Ronin (finishing it up actually) and working on a few defenses, that should Ronin arrive in the workshop before her, he’d find her blueprints spread out along her desk, the 3D form of an easel easily shown hovering above it.
And when she returns, it’s with the pieces of wood, carefully cut to fit together, with a thin sheen of sweat along her arms and her neck, her hair tied back in a bun as she drags along the cart that holds them all. Taking a peek at the design, she fumbles around in a drawer to the side, pulling out varying nails and a hammer in order to fit it all together. If he has arrived before her, she doesn’t notice, not as autopilot has her absolutely in the zone, beginning to nail the pieces together.
And when she returns, it’s with the pieces of wood, carefully cut to fit together, with a thin sheen of sweat along her arms and her neck, her hair tied back in a bun as she drags along the cart that holds them all. Taking a peek at the design, she fumbles around in a drawer to the side, pulling out varying nails and a hammer in order to fit it all together. If he has arrived before her, she doesn’t notice, not as autopilot has her absolutely in the zone, beginning to nail the pieces together.
Seraphina
