Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
Sera playfully rolls her eyes Luciana’s way before her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Live a little, Luci.” She chimes, a huff of a laugh leaving her. But they’ve made it through the waterfall and the dragonling has curled around her again, working to dry her hair. A thought occurs to her, then, while she listens to the question from the Hammer. “They can try but they know well enough I’m no fighter, dragon or not.” She snorts, reaching up to run her fingers along Levi’s scales.
But she grabs all the things she needs to, letting that initial thought come back to her. “We could just… Use the compass to get out rather than have to walk all the way back.” A brow raises in Luciana’s direction with that, falling into step beside the Hammer as she reaches for her compass – preferring not to have to walk her way out of here when they could just leave at any time.
“Ready.” She agrees when she’s grabbed it, moving to interlock her arm with Luciana’s should she agree, before they could head home.
But she grabs all the things she needs to, letting that initial thought come back to her. “We could just… Use the compass to get out rather than have to walk all the way back.” A brow raises in Luciana’s direction with that, falling into step beside the Hammer as she reaches for her compass – preferring not to have to walk her way out of here when they could just leave at any time.
“Ready.” She agrees when she’s grabbed it, moving to interlock her arm with Luciana’s should she agree, before they could head home.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
