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
So the Vi demi has met Falke then. It brings a smile to her face, a dip of her head to show she’s listening while they ascend the stairs to the second level. “Gideon is a wonderful old bat.” She murmurs, clearly teasing, nodding again as she lists out more. Only when she pauses at Finn does Sera’s head tilt back toward the Shield. “Is he?” It’s a quiet prompt, a flicker of information dashed away as she focuses on the next comment. Amaris. And whether or not the Artificer knew of her.
“Of course. I’ve worked with her a few times.” She offers, pausing by her workshop and gesturing for Amalia to go inside if she wished to. “Sounds like you know quite a few of us then!” She chimes, clapping her hands together before slipping into the office on a swift breeze while the dragon and whale continue to play.
Only once she reaches her desk does she glance around the room and return her attention to Amalia. “This is my office.” She leans back against her desk with a wide edge of excitement to her smile.
“Of course. I’ve worked with her a few times.” She offers, pausing by her workshop and gesturing for Amalia to go inside if she wished to. “Sounds like you know quite a few of us then!” She chimes, clapping her hands together before slipping into the office on a swift breeze while the dragon and whale continue to play.
Only once she reaches her desk does she glance around the room and return her attention to Amalia. “This is my office.” She leans back against her desk with a wide edge of excitement to her smile.
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
