Seraphina
the artificer
“Hope.” Seraphina murmurs softly, giving Amalia’s shoulders a brief squeeze. “You’re hope.” Hope for a better life, for a life without the black mark of Ascended that seemed to constantly pop up worse and worse every time they looked. Amalia was the white-out in a page of spilled ink. “But you can still bake if you want to. All you have to do is ask.” A wink is shot the Archangel’s way, amused as Amalia laughs and turns to face her when it comes to the idea of shopping.
There’s a look of pure innocence with a hidden mischievousness that the Archangel is met with. “I’m not busy. And besides, you could learn.” A dark brow is raised in challenge to Amalia, a tilt of her head that reaches Amalia’s shoulder in pure camaraderie. “You learned to be a baker, I’m positive you can learn to have fun. It’s really not so tough.” This is said with a vibrant snicker that she quells easily, letting Amalia go so she might stand in the storm even as the wind whips against her skin. A hand is outstretched for the girl. “Come on, let’s go shopping and we can go back to my rooms and you can bake something for me?” The offer is extended, her grin sharpening to something playful. “I have quite the sweet tooth.”
There’s a look of pure innocence with a hidden mischievousness that the Archangel is met with. “I’m not busy. And besides, you could learn.” A dark brow is raised in challenge to Amalia, a tilt of her head that reaches Amalia’s shoulder in pure camaraderie. “You learned to be a baker, I’m positive you can learn to have fun. It’s really not so tough.” This is said with a vibrant snicker that she quells easily, letting Amalia go so she might stand in the storm even as the wind whips against her skin. A hand is outstretched for the girl. “Come on, let’s go shopping and we can go back to my rooms and you can bake something for me?” The offer is extended, her grin sharpening to something playful. “I have quite the sweet tooth.”
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
