Atlas Hands

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

Her head tilts slightly at Cian’s chuckle, already taking a moment to re-evaluate herself and what she’d need to bring. “Ah.” She begins, unable to keep the light breathy laugh behind her teeth. Instead, it tumbles out, paired with the alcohol as she nods to him and leans back a bit out of his space in understanding. “I must admit, the idea of all of this adventuring is exciting.” She offers, an easy agreement made.

Leaning forward, she moves to grab her notepad and the pencil she keeps with it. She makes a few quick notes, before she turns her attention away back to the room. “The soundproofing should be done soon and that gives me time to get the tools and things in order.” Half of it is aloud, half of it is her simply uttering words, the switch of her mind granted to the tasks at hand now despite everything else that’s happened. Her dark gaze shifts back to Cian, that bright pale smile along her face once more. “I will let you know. Thank you.” She offers quietly, a small dip of her head before she’s wrapping up the book and getting ready to start on the soundproofing so she might get to the Greatwood as soon as she could.

darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun