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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jun 19 2017, 04:09 AM
a savior for all that you do,
so you live freely without their harm
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Yesterday at 05:07 pm
Sera was mostly here because she liked causing trouble. When the auction started she was thinking of stomping on toes of people to make them raise their hands and bid on something, then darting out of the way before they could see her. It would be a lot of fun and would keep her busy, keep her mind off all the bad things that were happening. Like Dagna disappearing for the second time. She loved her girlfriend, and she missed her with ever single fiber of her being. Widdle was always messin with that magic junk n Sera was almost positive that had something to do with her disappearance. If she found out ol' baldy had somethin to do with it, she would kill him. Put an arrow right through his face, ancient god or no.
Plus these people were probably rich as nobles if they had money to spend on stupid shite like this stuff. Look'it that little book of jokes, wait, she wanted that. Books of jokes might be full of somethin funny, but fuck all if she was going to sit here and pay money for it. She could steal it, maybe, but before she got the chance to even head back towards it she smashed into something. She'd been distracted, thinking of ideas on how to steal it and still get back in later to have her fun. Unfortunately when Sera was distracted she often became clumsy. Not to say she couldn't be subtle, she was a rogue, of course she could.
Her eyes moved up and up and up to the tip of a very strange lookin face. "You're a goat, but not a goat, you look like a man, are you a qunari, don't look like a qunari, qunari have horns but not goat faces. At least none I ever met had goat faces. The fuck are you?" Sera's tiny form darted around him, surveying him from the back, at least she thought it was a him. Height indicated a him. Then again, her ears indicated she was an elf, but she wasn't elfy.