// 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 //
She’s so fucking late (MY BAD I FORGOT ABOUT THE PING FOR THIS). She’ll absolutely blame it on the fact she’d just been in Torchline, having whisked herself back to Stormbreak via her compass specifically when the letter had finally reached her. And still, she was still a fraction too late.
She tries to arrive quietly, slipping through the doors and mouthing her apology to Cian as she enters and takes her seat, clutching her blueprints to her lap as she tries to catch her breath – because you’re damn right, she ran the rest of the way here – and lets her dark gaze scan over Cian to hear what it is he’s called them for.
“Is there a way for us to attain them before the Ascended have a chance to?” She asks, once she’s regained enough of her breath. A quiet way of saying ‘do we know where they are or do we need divine intervention’.
She tries to arrive quietly, slipping through the doors and mouthing her apology to Cian as she enters and takes her seat, clutching her blueprints to her lap as she tries to catch her breath – because you’re damn right, she ran the rest of the way here – and lets her dark gaze scan over Cian to hear what it is he’s called them for.
“Is there a way for us to attain them before the Ascended have a chance to?” She asks, once she’s regained enough of her breath. A quiet way of saying ‘do we know where they are or do we need divine intervention’.
Seraphina
