Summary: Sera wants to hang out with Mirania, and Mirania decides to join her. What the nature mage didn't expect was that 'hanging out' meant they would be sitting on the rooftops of Lazulis Castle and eating cookies together.
Characters: Sera, Mirania
Pairings: SeraxMirania if you squint, possibly?
"Hey you."
Mirania looked up from her books to see the elven archer standing right beside the table, looking straight at her.
Mirania put down the book she was reading to face Sera properly. "Sera..."
"You have time?" Sera interrupted. "It's not a question—let's go." She grinned. "I've got something I want to do for you. Just come-you won't need your gear and stuff."
Mirania put down the books, grinning. "Sounds interesting, Sera. Let's go."
The archer grinned, taking Mirania by the hand and dragging her out of the library. "Let's do it!"
Mirania blinked. "S-Sera, the books-"
The archer scoffed at the mention of books. "It'll be fine." She responded, still dragging her along anyway. "Someone else can get them."
One would have never thought of Sera, the elven archer that was childlike despite her being an adult, and Mirania—the mature, sometimes even motherly nature mage—being friends, but they somehow got along. Maybe it was because of the fact that Mirania wasn't a noble like Jirall, maybe it was because Mirania was used to being around people with vulgar speech like Sera (Syrenne, for example), but they were friends. Good friends.
Though the nature mage was honestly not expecting this. Sitting on the rooftops of Lazulis Castle, with raisin cookies in hand. Mirania blinked, looking to Sera after taking a bite of the raisin cookie.
"We're...eating. On a roof." The nature mage spoke up awkwardly after a moment of silence.
Sera sniggered a bit, taking a bite of her cookie, only to nearly spit it out. "They're horrible, right? And raisins-ugh! I frigging still hate cookies!" She let out a slight growl at that.
Mirania blinked, looking to the cookie in her hand and then to Sera. The cookie didn't taste the best, but it wasn't the worst, either—at least in the nature mage's opinion. "Sera?" She asked. "Why do you hate cookies?"
It didn't quite make sense to the nature mage. How could anyone hate cookies? They were the best—aside from two hundred and fourteen different muffins eaten in one sitting of course.
A short breath escaped the archer as she tossed the cookie between both her hands. "I got caught stealing when I was little, yeah? You get alienage or worse for that, but the 'Lady Emmald' took me in. She was sick and couldn't have children. I had no parents. It worked out."
Sera then caught the cookie in her left hand as she continued. "Anyway, she gets a year sicker, so I ask her about cookies. Because mums make cookies. I can pass that down, or something. Turns out she couldn't cook. Missed that talk with her mum." She frowned at that. "The ones she 'made' she bought and pretended. Aw, right?" She continued, going into a slight falsetto. There was a pause, before she growled, her hand crushing the cookie she held.
"No. She was a bitch."
Mirania winced at that. She had the idea now that things between Sera and her adoptive mum did not end well.
"She hid buying them by keeping me away from the baker." The archer shook her hand a bit to rid herself of the cookie crumbs. "She did that by lying that he didn't like me, didn't like elves. She let me hate so she could protect her pride." She looked down. "I hated him so much, and I hated..." She shook her head, looking up. "Well, she died and I hate pride. 'Pride cookies.' But this—" She gestured to the remaining cookies, and Mirania, "This is great. You're great. So I thought, maybe me and you could make some, erm, I don't know-'us cookies?' Because then I could like them again? Ugh, it's stupid." She let out a breath at that.
Mirania observed the elf quietly. No wonder Sera hated cookies. Mirania betted that if she was in Sera's shoes, she would feel the same way.
She tried to give the archer a comforting smile. "This is nice, but why here instead of, I don't know...somewhere with an oven? Like a kitchen?" The nature mage offered.
"Because I wanted us to be alone, so I could see how you reacted. In case, I don't know, you laughed." The elven archer groaned. "Pissballs! I could have made a whole dirty thing about your biscuit! Or muffins! muffins on the roof. Because tits?" She laughed at that.
Mirania couldn't help but grin. "It's silly, and wonderful fun, Sera. Like you."
Sera gave a sheepish grin. "That's good, right? Because the roof was a really bad idea. Can't do it on the roof."
"Maybe we can." Mirania suggested, her eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled slightly, imagining the two of them attempting to bake cookies on the roof, not getting the innuendo of 'doing it' in the proccess.
Sera chuckled as she noticed her not understanding it. "Yeah. Maybe we can..."
Mirania smiled back at her. "I'm sure we definitely can."
