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
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
Amusement sparks along her face briefly at the surprise she’s cost Maeve – the way the woman’s eyes snap open, the way her attention is brought directly to her and all Sera can do is offer a bright, somewhat apologetic smile. Of course, as Maeve gestures to the papers, she does lean forward a bit, trying to glean a bit more into what all of this was in particular. She’s right in the fact it’s for building plans, and she lifts the glass to her lips to take a small sip when the deal is struck.
Her name is an easy thing to hand over, given it’s Stormbreak and she has no real reason not to. The glass lowers a fraction, the rim of it lowering just below her chin. “Seraphina.” She announces easily, flashing Maeve a vibrant smile. “Though some call me the Artificer.” She inclines her head a bit, as if to say ‘sometimes’, before she settles in and leans back in her seat, setting the glass on the table. “And who might you be?”
Her name is an easy thing to hand over, given it’s Stormbreak and she has no real reason not to. The glass lowers a fraction, the rim of it lowering just below her chin. “Seraphina.” She announces easily, flashing Maeve a vibrant smile. “Though some call me the Artificer.” She inclines her head a bit, as if to say ‘sometimes’, before she settles in and leans back in her seat, setting the glass on the table. “And who might you be?”
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
