Seraphina
the artificer
i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
She’s been trying to keep up with her training since she’d learned a few tricks with Ronin – and given her uselessness at destroying the shrine in Torchline… Well, she finds herself here a bit more often. Today, it’s a surprisingly beautiful spring day, semi cloudy with streaks of gold from the sun that pepper through Stormbreak, and Sera’s dressed for training. Long dark hair is tied back, a snug fitting pair of pants and a soft shirt with a crewneck.
She’s already done her stretches, her jog, and now? Now she focuses on a target – trying to reinforce new muscles to form aside from the ones from work alone. And she’s chosen a specific dummy, much taller than her, as if it might give her an edge. Levi sits atop the target, the pale dragon perched and puffing air at her as if to ward her away from it, and all she can do is roll her eyes to her companion.
It works, though, a puff of air straight into her face, her punch going wide from the dummy and slipping through the air. “Oh, you little bastard you.” She chimes, stepping back, huffing a sigh of annoyance as she glares at the proud dragon.
She’s already done her stretches, her jog, and now? Now she focuses on a target – trying to reinforce new muscles to form aside from the ones from work alone. And she’s chosen a specific dummy, much taller than her, as if it might give her an edge. Levi sits atop the target, the pale dragon perched and puffing air at her as if to ward her away from it, and all she can do is roll her eyes to her companion.
It works, though, a puff of air straight into her face, her punch going wide from the dummy and slipping through the air. “Oh, you little bastard you.” She chimes, stepping back, huffing a sigh of annoyance as she glares at the proud dragon.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
