take these broken wings

Seraphina

the artificer

it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in

There is a starwhale that snags her attention – one that has become familiar now enough that the Artificer has no trouble following her. Levi flies along the air beside her, catching up just enough that he can perch on her shoulder – a pale gargoyle while Seraphina tries to figure out where exactly Jyoti was leading her. Had something happened to Amalia? Was she hurt? Why were they heading toward the Silk Houses?

Regardless, she tucks it all away to focus on the path taken, the bar that they dive into – to see Amalia in the corner, alone, passing by whispers of people that seem worried… And perhaps a bit surprised. And while none of them dare to get close, Sera isn’t one of them. She steps with purpose, like a woman on a mission, chin raised and motioning to the barkeep to give them two glasses of something strong.

Something tells Sera she, at least, is going to need it. So it’s with those two glasses that Sera sits opposite of the Archangel, dark eyes scanning her friend before she wordlessly slides one of the glasses over toward her. “What happened, Ama?” She asks quietly, wondering what spurred this bar trek onward.

darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun