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
His arm is held out to her and Sera’s grin grows bright and wide as she trots over toward him, interlocking her arm with his. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” She assures Locke with a bright chimed laugh, peering up at him from beneath dark lashes with a dark gaze that seems to suggest she wouldn’t forget.
She keeps her arm in his as she begins to step toward the exit of the training grounds, guiding him toward the Tower of all things – because a girl’s got to change her clothes after she’s been training, after all, especially if they’re going out drinking. So she flashes him a bright smile and a tilt of her head. “Well, for starters, I need new clothes. I won’t go drinking looking like this.” She informs him matter-of-factly, before she’s tugging him along closer toward the Tower. She might be a bit prissy about her appearance, but part of that is certainly due to her upbringing.
As for a drink to tell him about the Order, she flashes him yet another smile, even if her gaze is considering. “Oh. It isn’t really! We all have a part to play.” She says easily, patting his arm. “We’re a group helped along by the Gods in order to keep the Voice from causing her destruction to the rest of Caido. I am the Artificer, which means that I’m the builder.” She informs him as her gaze turns back to the Tower that approaches. Her free hand lifts to point at the architecture around the entrance of the building with a hint of pride. “I made this and revamped the Temple for our Priest.” She turns her head toward him with a smile. “And we can be found here in the Tower. I live on the sixth floor.”
She keeps her arm in his as she begins to step toward the exit of the training grounds, guiding him toward the Tower of all things – because a girl’s got to change her clothes after she’s been training, after all, especially if they’re going out drinking. So she flashes him a bright smile and a tilt of her head. “Well, for starters, I need new clothes. I won’t go drinking looking like this.” She informs him matter-of-factly, before she’s tugging him along closer toward the Tower. She might be a bit prissy about her appearance, but part of that is certainly due to her upbringing.
As for a drink to tell him about the Order, she flashes him yet another smile, even if her gaze is considering. “Oh. It isn’t really! We all have a part to play.” She says easily, patting his arm. “We’re a group helped along by the Gods in order to keep the Voice from causing her destruction to the rest of Caido. I am the Artificer, which means that I’m the builder.” She informs him as her gaze turns back to the Tower that approaches. Her free hand lifts to point at the architecture around the entrance of the building with a hint of pride. “I made this and revamped the Temple for our Priest.” She turns her head toward him with a smile. “And we can be found here in the Tower. I live on the sixth floor.”
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
