Seraphina
the artificer
x-ray evenings, cross examining my case
crossed my heart before i lied straight to your face
crossed my heart before i lied straight to your face
She thinks it’s going well enough, until she removes the one brick and everything begins to falter and shift. Brows furrowing, she peers at the hole that’s been created, sure that she’d taken into account the structure of it all. But what she hadn’t taken into account were the bright eyes that peer at her from within the little makeshift den, surprise crossing Sera’s features as she hasn’t expected a creature to be lingering within the wall. “Oh! Oh, hello!” She says, covering her prior scare with a huff of laughter.
She doesn’t know exactly how to get it out, but she thinks on it for a good few moments, asking one of the workers to grab a cloth so she might be able to reach in and try to get the cloud wyrm out of the structure hopefully without getting bit. She doesn’t think she’ll be successful, but she tries to coo some soothing words to the little creature, just as she remembered her sister doing to those frightened ones in the Celestine. “Come on, little one, let’s get you a new den.” She hums softly and as gently as she can.
The Artificer instructs her fellow workers to put together a little makeshift den that they might be able to set up further in, against the wall without it being harmful to the structure of the wall, and hopefully they’ll have made something up by the time she has a hold on the creature.
Sera’s surprised, but she asks for a blanket and for her workers to put together a little makeshift den outside of the wall that she might be able to reach in and grab the cloud wyrm to relocate it to the new den.
She doesn’t know exactly how to get it out, but she thinks on it for a good few moments, asking one of the workers to grab a cloth so she might be able to reach in and try to get the cloud wyrm out of the structure hopefully without getting bit. She doesn’t think she’ll be successful, but she tries to coo some soothing words to the little creature, just as she remembered her sister doing to those frightened ones in the Celestine. “Come on, little one, let’s get you a new den.” She hums softly and as gently as she can.
The Artificer instructs her fellow workers to put together a little makeshift den that they might be able to set up further in, against the wall without it being harmful to the structure of the wall, and hopefully they’ll have made something up by the time she has a hold on the creature.
Sera’s surprised, but she asks for a blanket and for her workers to put together a little makeshift den outside of the wall that she might be able to reach in and grab the cloud wyrm to relocate it to the new den.
i said i believed our best years had yet to take place
but i don't really believe in anything
but i don't really believe in anything
