Seraphina
the artificer
working the goldfields on the high sierras
the early snow began to fall
the early snow began to fall
She doesn’t have time to change before the meeting is called – making sure that Gideon’s arm is at least somewhat looked at before he’s rushing up to the meeting and she’s straggling behind, running through the streets so fast that the heels she wore before are lost in the shuffle and the Artificer finds herself barefoot as she steps in a few seconds after Gideon, breathless as well, with blood from Gideon on her shoulder.
She steps up behind Gideon, pressing her hand to his shoulder of his good arm, casting a sorrowful look to Finn and Tobi. “Where do we start? What do we even do now without Cian making the moves? Who… We’re blind, who becomes our Eye now?”
She steps up behind Gideon, pressing her hand to his shoulder of his good arm, casting a sorrowful look to Finn and Tobi. “Where do we start? What do we even do now without Cian making the moves? Who… We’re blind, who becomes our Eye now?”
buried treasure for my darling
under redwood trees so tall
under redwood trees so tall
