Seraphina
the artificer
wanna play cheat, now says the sloth
a domino flush to his nose
a domino flush to his nose
A wistful sigh is given to Ronin at the mention of the dragoon’s only using armor or training gear, and she can’t help but to offer a shrug of a shoulder to him. “I don’t usually wear this when I’m working. But out during the night? On the town? That is where I shine.” A beaming grin is shot back to him. “Nothings stopping you from indulging in that too. Wear what you want. Who cares?” Perhaps she’s pushing the envelope on that, but despite their awkward morning it is turning out to be quite nice, her tongue is loosened in favor for friendships rather than wars.
She burns her tongue and lowers the cup from her lips, squinting down the street as she explains her workshop to Ronin, guiding him toward the sector geared toward arts, a place she’s frequented. “You won’t.” She assures him with an easy grin shot his way. “Most of the things I make in my workshop are small enough for transport so they can be assembled wherever they’re going. Most of the time, however, I’m fiddling in my blueprints which take up hardly any space at all compared to that.” She links her arm with his again, guiding him around the corner toward an art supply shop that she slips into easily.
She burns her tongue and lowers the cup from her lips, squinting down the street as she explains her workshop to Ronin, guiding him toward the sector geared toward arts, a place she’s frequented. “You won’t.” She assures him with an easy grin shot his way. “Most of the things I make in my workshop are small enough for transport so they can be assembled wherever they’re going. Most of the time, however, I’m fiddling in my blueprints which take up hardly any space at all compared to that.” She links her arm with his again, guiding him around the corner toward an art supply shop that she slips into easily.
tickle that cheek and take your throne
pump your veins with gushing gold
pump your veins with gushing gold
