Seraphiel came through the [Warp Gate] first, walking backward, conducting the royal smithy happenings with both hands and a mesmerizing grin.
"...and old Dain was crying hehe! Kaeli, did you see him? The most venerable master under the mountain, weeping into a hammer you made out of cart parts. The one with the calipers had to sit down on the stairs. And the First Hammer's face when you left Everwright on the anvil, I thought she was going to propose. To you, to the hammer, unclear, but there was marriage in her eyes somewhere..."
Her bare feet sank to the ankle in snow, and the rest of the sentence went out like a lamp.
Sera had never owned a pair of boots. They suffocated her outright, pinched closed the contact between her soles and the ground that she needed open, and her Vitality was high enough that a little winter had never been a convincing argument.
