Seraphina
the artificer
She lets Amalia choose what colors and fabrics she likes, listening intently to what boundaries the Archangel has for clothes – offering an eager nod when the woman’s eyes drift back toward her. An encouraging smile is also offered, something easier as she hangs onto the memory that the color sparks. Her own dark gaze drifts back to the pond hued wool fabric with white buttons and lining, taking it into consideration at the mention of not needing something that covers her back – a show that has Sera’s grin edging a bit brighter in excitement.
“What was the Oasis like?” She asks, curious what kind of memories Amalia has of the place, keeping that color in mind as she slips toward the blouses and finds a backless one due to the swooping collar, in a similar pond green hue with white trim instead of buttons, pulling it off the rack and drifting back to hold up to Amalia with an encouraging smile.
“What was the Oasis like?” She asks, curious what kind of memories Amalia has of the place, keeping that color in mind as she slips toward the blouses and finds a backless one due to the swooping collar, in a similar pond green hue with white trim instead of buttons, pulling it off the rack and drifting back to hold up to Amalia with an encouraging smile.
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
