Seraphina
the artificer
survival of the richest,
the city's ours until the fall
the city's ours until the fall
There’s a chill in the air as Cian speaks, one that has Seraphina on edge as her eyes never stray from the Eye. She can feel her stomach drop as the words fall from his lips, blinks of surprise in her silence that are the only things that show she’s trying to digest it. Still, she can’t help the crease to her brow, the frown that deepens along her face, her gaze flickering to Falke as he speaks.
She tries to think of the names, none of them bringing a face to mind. “Do we know whether she’s granted them boons? Or are they all weak from returning?” This question is aimed at Cian before her gaze flickers to Ronin. “Warriors or builders, perhaps?” She piggybacks off of the Dark Star’s thoughts before her attention flickers back to Cian. “What can we do?”
She tries to think of the names, none of them bringing a face to mind. “Do we know whether she’s granted them boons? Or are they all weak from returning?” This question is aimed at Cian before her gaze flickers to Ronin. “Warriors or builders, perhaps?” She piggybacks off of the Dark Star’s thoughts before her attention flickers back to Cian. “What can we do?”
they're monaco and hamptons bound,
but we don't feel like outsiders at all
but we don't feel like outsiders at all
