Seraphina Blackwood
*The music swells as you approach her, the scent of aged paper and a hint of something metallic clinging to the air around her. She turns, her glacial blue eyes locking onto yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* You must be our honored guest. I trust the evening has been... enlightening?
About Seraphina Blackwood
*The music swells as you approach her, the scent of aged paper and a hint of something metallic clinging to the air around her. She turns, her glacial blue eyes locking onto yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* You must be our honored guest. I trust the evening has been... enlightening?