// 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 //
He claims he believes it, however, as she lifts her gaze above what she works on, she spies the edge of a grin on Ronin’s face that seems to scream the opposite. Which is fine, fair enough. It sparks a smaller smile on her own as she begins to work, continuing to add and readjust the model in the form of a barricade of sorts, elongating it out and watching it grow longer, searching her blueprints for weaknesses in her framing.
“Helping keep out the Ascended. Little… Not easily seen traps and barricades and the like.” She informs Ronin with a chime in her voice, believing wholeheartedly that this is the best route – to trap them when they think they’d gotten away with it. As for Safrin, though, her gaze lifts to watch him, pausing in her work. Her head tilts a bit slightly, offering a nod and a playful smirk to grow along her face. “I’m more of a Frey girl myself, but Safrin’s always welcome.” She wouldn’t deny the goddess anything, and if Ronin decided that the painting was better suited here with her? Well, she’d take it.
Still, his comment has her lingering as she picks up another measuring stick, writing out the schematics on a sheet of paper beside her. “You say she’s sometimes misunderstood? How so?” In Stormbreak, for the most part, Sera’s only heard praise for the herald.
“Helping keep out the Ascended. Little… Not easily seen traps and barricades and the like.” She informs Ronin with a chime in her voice, believing wholeheartedly that this is the best route – to trap them when they think they’d gotten away with it. As for Safrin, though, her gaze lifts to watch him, pausing in her work. Her head tilts a bit slightly, offering a nod and a playful smirk to grow along her face. “I’m more of a Frey girl myself, but Safrin’s always welcome.” She wouldn’t deny the goddess anything, and if Ronin decided that the painting was better suited here with her? Well, she’d take it.
Still, his comment has her lingering as she picks up another measuring stick, writing out the schematics on a sheet of paper beside her. “You say she’s sometimes misunderstood? How so?” In Stormbreak, for the most part, Sera’s only heard praise for the herald.
Seraphina
