The buckskin girl was young both in heart and body; she knew little of the ways of the world, she knew little of love and hate, of lust and agony. Serafina was very much like a fallen porcelain angel, descended upon the world for a singular purpose. Unfortunately, that purpose was currently lost to her, leaving her floating like an eidolon upon a precipice of insignificance. It was this delicate balance of purposelessness that had caused the usually stoic stormy eyed girl to wander into the valley, shattering the haven of another into a billion tiny pieces. Serafina was oblivious to her unwanted presence; however, her inquisitiveness had grasped her with such a tight hold that it blinded her to the diplomatic way in which she should have approached her raven stranger. Never the less, Serafina was present now, eyeing the way in which the female's face turned to the full lunar sphere. She seemed to have some affinity with the moon that the angelic creature couldn't quite understand and briefly, within those depthless eyes, Serafina saw the fight of a hidden monstrosity trying to pry away from that steely façade.
The girl's ears flickered ever so slightly at the sound of the rough inhospitable voice that snaked from Tick Tock's larynx. Tick Tock, what an intriguing name and in all honesty those rhythmic syllables had caught her interest. Her cranium tilted ever so slightly to the side, those silvery colored eyes studying every intricate detail of her companion down to the shape of every unsightly scar. Eventually, her gaze flickered back to the cold dark eyes of her companion, her soprano voice replying, "Serafina and I've recently moved in." Though the youthful girl seemed playful with her chosen words, her tone of her tone suggested an otherwise indifference that so particularly marred the female, ruining any sense of mischievousness her lyrics had offered. Much like her companion, Serafina was rarely a girl of particular passion. She always managed to pull of this air of apathy like she was somehow better then the on-goings that surrounded her. It was one of her many flaws and likely the one that had kept her the most isolated and friendless. If the girl was at all obsessed or concerned with her lack of companions, she might have noted that their frigid exteriors were something the two had in common. If only. As it was, Serafina was far more focused on just why she had absolutely no knowledge of this Tick Tock. She knew of Rapier and of Remora, of Tia Maria, Sasha and the blacklisted but certainly not of Tick Tock. Serafina had ignorantly thought that she knew of most of the residents of the Southern Isles but now she began to question herself and what she thought she knew.
The girl prowled with feline grace about the darkly hued female and her leaning tree, her curious gaze lingering intently upon Tick Tock's figure. Serafina had no unquenchable thirst tonight, nothing she desired to know more than life it's self, at least, not yet. Tick Tock had provided no tidbit of information to stir the kitten within her. Instead, Serafina found that even this meeting currently held no particular purpose for her and that currently quickly caused her interest to diminish. It was a sad realization, but a true one, and as the girl stopped her circling a delicate sigh left her parted lips, her gaze falling back upon her companion. Eventually she responded in a sort of disappointed voice, "I'm afraid not, unless you have something intriguing to share?" Her gaze was inquisitive, hoping against hope for something exciting to occur. She wanted this Tick Tock to surprise her; she yearned for something out of the ordinary.
