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
The voice that calls out to her does make her jump, the Artificer whirling around to face Locke with a brief moment of wide eyes. She doesn’t recognize him, doesn’t recognize the sun tanned skin, the rugged appearance. Perhaps he’s a new recruit? Or perhaps hidden away from her all this time. Her gaze softens a fraction, but there’s still annoyance within it. “No, I don’t suppose you are little, are you?” No, in fact she meets his gaze quite a bit higher than her own.
Doesn’t matter much, she may be small but she is quite fiery.
Her gaze flickers back to the dummy, to the pale dragon that lifts off the head of it to curl around her shoulders and peer at Locke while she focuses on the target and what he’s said. She takes a deep breath, reorients herself, and shakes out her hands before she turns a bit more fully toward Locke. “No… I’m not a Dragoon. I’m the Artificer for the Order.” She says, trying to melt away her annoyance for charming playful smiles, leaning forward in a sort of bow. “I’m Seraphina.”
Straightening back up she folds her arms across her chest. “Are you? Though… Even if you are or aren’t, I could use some help.” She toys with the idea, scanning him curiously as if she might be able to take his advice or devour him whole. Perhaps both?
Doesn’t matter much, she may be small but she is quite fiery.
Her gaze flickers back to the dummy, to the pale dragon that lifts off the head of it to curl around her shoulders and peer at Locke while she focuses on the target and what he’s said. She takes a deep breath, reorients herself, and shakes out her hands before she turns a bit more fully toward Locke. “No… I’m not a Dragoon. I’m the Artificer for the Order.” She says, trying to melt away her annoyance for charming playful smiles, leaning forward in a sort of bow. “I’m Seraphina.”
Straightening back up she folds her arms across her chest. “Are you? Though… Even if you are or aren’t, I could use some help.” She toys with the idea, scanning him curiously as if she might be able to take his advice or devour him whole. Perhaps both?
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
