everything stays

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

There’s a grin of surprise that spreads wide against the Artificer’s face at Amalia’s giggle, some hidden amount of pride lingering within the panes of her face at having made a Vi demigod giggle like a schoolgirl. And when Amalia continues, the playful barbs, Sera’s laughter is a vibrant chime that echoes through her workspace. “I would pay to see that.” She chimes, face alight with amusement, pausing in silence as she imagines it.

Gods, it would probably be one of the better things she’s seen lately.

But she’s offering Amalia a seat, isn’t offended when the Shield doesn’t take it and continues to investigate – nothing to hide within the walls of the Artificer’s office. And she draws silent yet again, waiting for the questions that she’s sure Amalia has. “No, it’s not the gods.” She murmurs, though a part of her wonders what it would be like to be chosen by them. “No, we’re either picked by the Eye or we send in an application and are chosen that way.” She informs the shield, leaning forward at her desk as she pulls open the blueprints for Amalia to inspect as well. “I made it a goal to be a really good architect and I applied and got in.” A prideful grin spans Sera’s face, all confidence and ease. “I’m one of the youngest, too.” Another bit of easy boasting.

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