WHO: Sera + Fenris WHEN: Friday, January 2 WHERE: Sam's! WHAT: Sera runs into a fellow elf and decides she wants to know him better.
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Sera needed to shake the dreams.
Sometimes she had them, real and vivid, nightmares in which she could smell the air and feel pain. She'd wake up in a sweat, clutching a dagger and holding it poised to strike at nothing. They'd been troubling her for years, what felt like visions of the future, or other shit. Solas liked to say it was her natural connection to elven magic, and she said that was nugshit, she just wanted it all to stop. She didn't like it, didn't want it, and who said magic could do anything to her, anyway?
The dreams here, though, were almost worse. She dreamt of nothing. It wasn't that she didn't dream at all, bt that she dreamt of black voids with nothing to see and nothing to hear, nothing at all. Just ... nothing, and an awareness of that nothing. Solas would probably argue that this world lacked a connection to the Fade, that this universe was different, and so her dreams were different, and blahblahblahblah who cares. Nothing was worse than the rest. Nothing was the worst of all.
So she went out. She wandered the streets, she went in and out of shops. She did her best to keep busy, going up and down the city, north and south, riding the subway, taking a cab, getting a slice of pizza — she dashed about like a hummingbird. Everybody else could think about serious things, and Sera didn't want to hear any of it. She just wanted fun, and this place was fun, with all its flashing lights and bright colors and moving pictures.
By the time she made it back to the Tower, she'd gathered up several souvenirs: a foam Statue of Liberty visor perched proudly on her head, a half-eaten soft pretzel, a bag of red and yellow M&Ms, and she was sporting a t-shirt that read I ♥ NY, hanging loose and dress-like over her yellow plaideweave leggings.
She was just going to grab a drink in the tavern so she could wash out the dry feeling in her mouth from the pretzel, and then head back up to her room, but she stopped short when she saw a familiar elfy face in the corner. Sort of familiar. She'd seen him in the little box, hadn't she?
"You!" She jogged over, tugging over a chair and sitting down. "You're Fenris, yeah? Hawke's elfy lover?"