// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
A shiver visibly runs down her spine as Tobi asks if it’s warm for them, refusing to acknowledge it. After all, Sera has far too many clothes specifically for Longheat, she’d never wish to live somewhere she couldn’t at least show off her party dresses. But they continue to walk, and she spies the rosy grin and keeps it on her own, even if the cold bites at her teeth, reddens her nose and has her snuggling down a bit more into the scarf around her neck. “Gross.” She quips quickly. “Imagine trying to take apart a snowman and finding a person inside.” She shudders. “Or to be used as a frozen club for a Frost Giant? No thank you.” Certainly wasn’t something she wanted to ever come close to experiencing.
Still, she can’t help the feather of her lip at the mention of mage glass – wanting nothing more than to roll her eyes in response. It seemed a bit much, but for a group of people that already had a lot within them in terms of magic, she certainly doesn’t think they need more.
“Body bits, huh?” She probes with an amused huff, breath clouding and freezing in front of her, but she hopes the waggle of her eyebrows are seen briefly before it disappears. “Ahh, Falke. I can see it now. ‘You see a cat in this blob of ink because you’re ‘independent’. Also, ‘you probably work too much that’s why you can’t see straight’.” She chimes, though she’d only met Falke a few times, Sera was certainly a gossiper.
Some things you just couldn’t help.
Still, she can’t help the feather of her lip at the mention of mage glass – wanting nothing more than to roll her eyes in response. It seemed a bit much, but for a group of people that already had a lot within them in terms of magic, she certainly doesn’t think they need more.
“Body bits, huh?” She probes with an amused huff, breath clouding and freezing in front of her, but she hopes the waggle of her eyebrows are seen briefly before it disappears. “Ahh, Falke. I can see it now. ‘You see a cat in this blob of ink because you’re ‘independent’. Also, ‘you probably work too much that’s why you can’t see straight’.” She chimes, though she’d only met Falke a few times, Sera was certainly a gossiper.
Some things you just couldn’t help.
Seraphina
