Dear Kaaras,

Things are getting tense here. I've sent a few letters back home already. They seem impressed. It's not what I expected but it's good. The battles are rough but honorable. I met someone. You'd like her, full of energy and mischief. Might try and bring her back home. Keep the family in check while I'm gone. Don't get any stupid ideas.

Herah

Crumbs fell from above, littering the paper. Herah sighed, brushing them aside. She crumbled up the letter and tried again. About a third down the page, more crumbs tumbled from above.

"Sera."

She glanced up at Sera who was swinging precariously off a ceiling beam, a cookie in her hand. She took another bite, spilling more crumbs onto the parchment. Herah pushed them off again, annoyed.

"I'm busy Sera. Eat somewhere else."

Sera pouted her lips. "You're always busy. Besides, not like there's shite else to do in this crummy place."

She hopped off the beam, landing on the Inquisitor's desk. Sera tossed the cookie across the room and jumped into her lap. Herah sighed again but didn't fight her. It was hard saying no to her. It was always like this; Sera wants attention so she bothers Hera until she gives in. Not that Hera minded that much. Being Inquisitor was difficult and extremely stressful. Sera brought a world of fun into her strict and demanding life. They spent little time together, Herah was always too busy to play her games. Sometimes Sera would leave things be and find trouble somewhere else. But most days, she gets what she wants. Sera wrapped her arms around Herah's neck, giving her a mischievous smile. Today was one of those days.

"Come on, Tadwinks, let's have some fun."

"Tadwinks? What happened to Inky?"

Sera busted into a fit of giggles. "Its Buckles now."

Herah rolled her eyes and planted a kiss on Sera. When she leaned away, Sera began to pout again.

"Come on Lady Harold." Sera held on tighter so Herah couldn't pull away. "Your being a bigger Jackboot than Cullen."

The Inquisitor laughed, lifting Sera effortlessly in her arms. She abandoned the letter on her desk and walked to the balcony. The air was cold and crisp, leaving goosebumps on her skin. She sat Sera on the railing, her legs dangling over the edge. The stars casted an eerie glow across their features. Herah's grey skin looked pearly and her white hair shined in the light. Sera's golden strands fell across her face, her eye's a deep blue. She looked confused.

"This isn't what I meant by fun. I mean the stars are pretty yeah? But a bit boring." She twisted till her torso faced Herah. "What were you writing in there anyway? Wasn't nothing bad about me right?"

"It was to my Mercenary company."

"Your people back home, huh?"

Herah nodded.

Sera dragged her closer, a smirk tugging on her lips. "It's all good innit'? Your not gonna leave me here for your people back there?"

Herah smiled. "Worried I'm getting bored of you?"

Sera laughed. She pulled Herah in for a kiss. their mouths were gentle at first, their hands trailing down each other. Sera began to pull Herah forward and Herah forced her against her chest in return. They held on tighter as their kisses grew intense. Things were escalating quickly.

"Oh dear, had I known you two were getting friendly, I wouldn't have walked in."

Both Herah and Sera gasped and released each other. Sera nearly toppled over the edge before Herah caught her by the arm. They turned to see Dorian leaning against the door frame, looking amused.

"Don't mind me, just came do deliver some news."

Herah glared at him. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"I did," Dorian defended. "You were too busy swallowing each others faces to hear."

Sera jumped off of the railing and pushed Dorian back inside the Inquisitor's room. Despite his protests, she shut the the doors and clicked the lock. In one swift motion, she jumped onto Hera, her arms around her neck and legs wrapped around her waist. She tried giving Herah a kiss but she pulled away. Rolling her eyes, Herah pulled her off without difficulty. Sera grumbled but didn't protest.

Herah unlocked and opened the doors to see Dorian hadn't left. Instead, he lounged in her chair at her desk, reading the letter to her mercenaries. Sera mumbled a few words his way and stomped out of the room, slamming the door. Dorian shrugged his shoulders as if it had nothing to do with him.

"I'm probably going to pay for this later," he said unconcerned. "I've seen the pranks Sera has come up with." He stretched with his feet on the desk. The letter had been tossed back onto the desk. Herah also noticed a large pool of ink trailing its way down to the floor. It must have spilt from Sera jumping from the beam. Dorian was careful to keep his neat, white clothing away from the ink.

"If I find mud on my desk, so help me..."

Dorian snorted. "As if I'd let my shoes get caked in mud. Besides, there's already a catastrophic amount of ink on it."

Herah shook her head, and took a seat on her bed.

"Didn't you say you had news?"

"Hmm? Oh yes, your advisors wish to speak with you. Something about Empress Celene." He replied. Hera sighed. There was never a moment of peace. Her mind drifted to Sera, her uneven hair and devious smile. She could still remember the day they met in Val Royal. Sera was the one person who could steal the breaches of a guard. She was always full of life, and didn't cower from anyone or anything. Hera couldn't imagine her gone, and yet they've only known each other for months. She jumped when Dorian's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Planning on leaving for your friends already? I'm surprised, most people can't stand being away from me."

"I can't imagine why."

"Was that sarcasm? I can never tell with you Qunari."

Herah raised an eyebrow at Dorian. "Don't you have something better to do?"

"Alright, alright, I'm leaving." He hopped out of the chair, carefully avoiding the ink puddle. "You people need to loosen your corsets and relax."

He sauntered out of the room, leaving Herah in silence. Dorian pissed her off sometimes, but luckily, he knew when to back off. When it comes down to it, he's there for her.

She fell back onto her bed and shut her eyes. So much to do and so little time. She turned her head to see, in the corner of the room, a cookie. Herah smiled and fell asleep with Sera in her mind.

Sera sat down inside the tavern. The place smelled of sweat, beer, and shame. The bard was still trying to chat her up with her music. Creep. Everyone else was either drunk or passed out. No fun at all. Sera sat at an empty table near a group of scouts who were playing cards and throwing compliments to the waitress. She thought about going back to the palace, upstairs to Hera but Sera knew she would throw her out. Lady Herald needed her beauty sleep.

So instead, Sera looked for someone to have some fun with. Her attention came back to the scouts as they made a toast. She let out an involuntary giggle. Too easy. As the waitress made another round, Sera grabbed a jar of horse radish. When the waitress reached their table and grabbed their attention, she dumped a large portion of the jar into their cups. She ran as soon as they saw her, laughing the whole way.

Her room was a welcome site, everything else was so plain and boring. To strict and uptight. Her room was bright, creative. She flopped onto her bed, ready to sleep, but Cole's voice slipped through the wooden floor, keeping her eyes open. He was mumbling the words "Death and Destruction" over and over. The creepy little shite shouldn't even be here. Sera tried to get Hera to let her change rooms but she wouldn't listen. Every night, he would talk to himself, replaying the memories of the dead. Sera shivered. It was time for the little demon mutt to shut his hole. Sera's sleep was more important than the dead people's peace of mind. She barged into the kitchen, knocking down a servant. He was still on the floor when she walked out with a broom. When Sera reached her room, she could still hear Cole. Sera gripped the broom by the end and hit it against the ceiling.

"Hey, keep quiet! Stupid shiteing demon..."

Cole appeared in the doorway. Sera stumbled backwards, holding the broom as a weapon.

"Andraste's tits! Get away from me!"

Cole didn't move. "Quiet. Silence. It's all he heard. But he knew they were there, still watching-"

Sera threw the broom as hard as she could. Cole disappeared seconds before the broom would have hit him. She screamed in frustration. Stupid friggin' mutt.

Sera made her way back downstairs just in time to see the scouts coughing furiously. She forgot all about Cole while watching their reactions to their drinks. It was funny at first, their pudgy faces all red, until they pointed their blame at the surprised waitress. They yelled words like "Wench" and "Hag". The waitress cowered against the wall, holding a plate as a shield. Sera felt a bit of guilt for the poor girl. Hating herself for feeling emotions, she dashed down the steps, nearly tripping on the last step. Instead of going to the scouts, she headed towards the kitchen. The chef stopped, wide eye as she rushed through the door. Sera grabbed as many tomatoes as possible and ran, leaving the servants looking dumbfounded. She skidded to a halt just feet away from the scouts. They had surrounded the waitress, sneering down at her. The girl was nearly in tears.

"Hey, Arseholes!"

They turned towards Sera, eyeing the tomatoes in her hand. She threw one at the scout closest to her. It collided with his face, making a gross squishy noise that made Sera laugh. They abandoned the waitress, who slid down the wall, her face in her hands. Sera ran, throwing tomatoes as she went. About three of the scouts had been covered in guts and juice by the time she was done. The other two scouts had abandoned the chase halfway through. She had led them in circles around Skyhold before climbing through her bedroom window and out of sight. The waitress seemed to be back at work, refilling drinks. Cole's voice had simmered down to a few mumbles. Sera felt at ease. She fell asleep giggling to herself, wondering what Herah would have thought about her prank.