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
The dragonling rumbles his own agreement, wings flaring and taking back to the sky again to begin a chase through the Tower, pausing to cling on the inside of the wall to make sure Jyoti is continuing to follow him before he dives into the halls a bit deeper. Sera, on the other hand, can't help but laugh lightly at the star whale’s antics.
The mention of Amalia having heard of the Eye doesn’t surprise her, but Sera does find it surprising that she doesn’t know the Spyglass. Perhaps Finn did his job well enough after all? “Oh, his name is Cian.” She offers easily – sure that it doesn’t matter too much in the long run. “Who do you know from here?” She asks, shifting so she might stand beside the demigod to invite her into the tower at the question of whether she’d like a tour.
Sera can’t help but notice the way Amalia’s appearance changes, some sort of ability like that that resembled magic so much making her slightly uncomfortable before remembering that she was a demigod of Vi, chosen above the rest of them, and that thought alone eases some of her discomforts. So she tries to loop her arm into Amalia’s to begin the guided tour, stepping into the archway at the base of the Tower.
“Yes, that’s correct. All of it.” She assures Amalia, grinning wide to the demigod. “The first floor has those medics and doctors. Doctor Hart takes care of most dire things.” She begins, sweeping by the entrances of the offices but not stepping in so she doesn’t disturb. “And Falke, our Fixer, he helps with the mind.” She flashes a wink toward Amalia, gestures toward Falke's office, before moving toward the stairs to bring them up to the second level.
The mention of Amalia having heard of the Eye doesn’t surprise her, but Sera does find it surprising that she doesn’t know the Spyglass. Perhaps Finn did his job well enough after all? “Oh, his name is Cian.” She offers easily – sure that it doesn’t matter too much in the long run. “Who do you know from here?” She asks, shifting so she might stand beside the demigod to invite her into the tower at the question of whether she’d like a tour.
Sera can’t help but notice the way Amalia’s appearance changes, some sort of ability like that that resembled magic so much making her slightly uncomfortable before remembering that she was a demigod of Vi, chosen above the rest of them, and that thought alone eases some of her discomforts. So she tries to loop her arm into Amalia’s to begin the guided tour, stepping into the archway at the base of the Tower.
“Yes, that’s correct. All of it.” She assures Amalia, grinning wide to the demigod. “The first floor has those medics and doctors. Doctor Hart takes care of most dire things.” She begins, sweeping by the entrances of the offices but not stepping in so she doesn’t disturb. “And Falke, our Fixer, he helps with the mind.” She flashes a wink toward Amalia, gestures toward Falke's office, before moving toward the stairs to bring them up to the second level.
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
