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
“It’s pretty quick.” Sera agrees swiftly, moving into place to let her puck slide along the table. She moves gracefully, much like a cat, but beneath the pretty blouse she wears, there’s quite a bit of muscle along her lithe features. As for plenty of callers? She does, it’s something she enjoys while she can before her father makes her settle down. And so long as it didn’t impede on her work, she didn’t particularly care much one way or another. “Thank you.” She chimes with a bright, bubbling laugh, stepping to the side to let Maeve’s puck slide along the top.
She watches as it hits the second point section, and she reaches for her puck to slip it along the table once more. She considers her options before she goes for it, though, tongue running along her lower lip before she bites it in consideration, inhaling a slow breath before she focuses on letting it go. It goes with a decent amount of power behind it, and it rams straight into the puck Maeve had just thrown. Only, instead of it having enough power to take the Madame’s puck off the table as she had hoped, it leaves it in the third point sector and Sera’s in the second point section.
She straightens up with a bright laugh, reaching up to pull her hair back from her face as she looks back to Maeve. “Well, suppose it was worth a shot, huh?” A crooked, playful smile is sent the Madame’s way. “Congrats. That was pretty good for your first game.”
She watches as it hits the second point section, and she reaches for her puck to slip it along the table once more. She considers her options before she goes for it, though, tongue running along her lower lip before she bites it in consideration, inhaling a slow breath before she focuses on letting it go. It goes with a decent amount of power behind it, and it rams straight into the puck Maeve had just thrown. Only, instead of it having enough power to take the Madame’s puck off the table as she had hoped, it leaves it in the third point sector and Sera’s in the second point section.
She straightens up with a bright laugh, reaching up to pull her hair back from her face as she looks back to Maeve. “Well, suppose it was worth a shot, huh?” A crooked, playful smile is sent the Madame’s way. “Congrats. That was pretty good for your first game.”
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
