HI WREN HAPPY FRIDAY! I See You Would Like Sera Fluff! Maybe A Little Hurt/comfort To Start It Off, For

HI WREN HAPPY FRIDAY! I see you would like Sera fluff! Maybe a little hurt/comfort to start it off, for Sera/Tali - "They shouldn't treat you like that." from the vague angsty prompts??

Hello Niri!!! This made me think of how Tali always seems to side with Sera. LOL @dadrunkwriting wc: 1120

The morning comes to Taliesen by the aching rumble in her stomach. That was the only sign that slept at all the previous night, the sudden nagging pain in her stomach. She had not eaten anything since Solas left. Last night's appetite leaving with her, along with the elven healer and trusted friend. They had failed to rescue Wisdom and Solas needed time to be away and to mourn, and though she understood that and tried not to think about what she would have done if it was her own siblings…

She hoped that Solas trusts her enough to stay and confide in her. Worse that something felt final in the way he left, the way he couldn't bear to answer her when he walked. How she seemed invisible when he said his last sentence.

It's possible that yesterday might have been the last night she'll ever see Solas again, and she is not ready to sit on that. Not when she feels like her worries as Inquisitor are stacking and she's losing distance on the people she can turn to.

Still, feeling down and worried about everything collapsing isn't helping her fill an empty stomach. The Dalish camp is close enough for a cozy home style meal.

Taliesen takes a quick sniff of her leather trousers, it still stinks of sweat from last night's battle. Though it isn't off-putting enough for her to not put them on along with a loose tunic and boots. She peels open the canvas covers of her tent, now seeing the sun is already a quarter away from its highest point.

Sera's already sitting by the smothered campfire, a doubtless sign that Taliesen slept for too long.

She waves. "Took you long enough. Feeling awake now, sleepyhead?"

Taliesen blinks, she can feel a smile slowly curl onto her lips. Somehow Sera's flippant forwardness is always enough to do that.

"Come on." Tali waves back, beckoning for Sera to follow her. "I need food. You can help me carry."

“Where we going?” Sera’s eyes widen, but she follows along anyway.

“The Dalish camp!” Taliesen points to the other side of the river.

“The Dalish camp?” Sera groans, crossing her arms.

“I got a sudden craving for [lo mai gai]. If they don’t have any, we can trade for aged embrium leafs and grains. We can make them ourselves.” Taliesen speaks, around feeling herself drool.

Sera grumbles, dragging her heel and slowing them both.

“What’s wrong with that?” Both elves stop, the Dalish elf of the two raises a brow.

“Some of them were giving me weird looks.” The City elf of the two replies, her foot begins tapping with irritation. “Like they got snot up their breathers. Don’t think they like me.”

Taliesen points her nose, unbearably close with her eyes in judgmental squint. “Seraaa, did you say something to them yesterday?”

“Nothin’.” Sera huffs, pushing the Inquisitor back by the shoulders to retake some space. “Why have to think that it was me who caused something?” Her voice rising.

In truth, Taliesen didn’t believe anything did happen between Sera and Hawen’s clan. Though she already sees the beads of sweat dripping off of Sera's neck, and is enjoying the sight of it.

“What if I didn’t?” She smirks, her words almost sound like purring.

“You!” Sera growls, she dashes to grab and headlock the other elf’s head.

Sera’s grip is stronger than Taliesen expected, feeling her head locked between two logs. Though not enough to stop her from laughing, she retaliates by tickling the other blond on her exposed side. She slowly manages to push Sera along towards the camp, managing to walk the straightest path she can while blinded and having her sense of direction turned sideways.

“Andaran Atish’an, my sister. It’s good to see you again.” Hawen stands in front of them.

The entangled elves realize they look dimwitted while waltzing into their camp. They swiftly straighten themselves, standing like impeccably professionals.

Taliesen clears her throat. “We would like to trade for food if your clan can spare anything.”

“We are happy to trade with you?” He nods, then turns to Sera. “But I would appreciate that your friend stays out of our camp.”

“What?” Taliesen gives back a baffled blink.

“Some of our People are perplexed by your friendship you two have, it will be better if she stayed out of the camp.”

She crosses her arms, a finger tapping her left shoulder, worrying that she might end up something regrettable. Sera is more vocal with her displeasure, grumbling at Hawen.

“She’ll be beside me.” Taliesen reassures. “We’re not here to cause anyone trouble.”

“That might be the case.” Hawen nods. He sighs, clearly reluctant to request this of her. “But we need to keep the peace between our people, the Dales have not been hospital as of late.”

“What does my friend have to do with any of that?”

“It’s a precaution. I want trouble on neither of our sides.”

Taliesen shakes her head. “We aren’t here to cause any trouble…”

“Inky, it’s fine.” Sera interrupts Taliesen, tugging her back by the shoulders. “Just get the stuff, I’ve got no problems waiting.”

“I’m not letting them treat you like that.” She says, her eyes narrowing.

“Got it!” Sera throws up her hands, back away from the camp. “You don’t need to. I’m not going to be around whoevers.”

“Sorry it has to be this way.” Taliesen sighs.

She chooses to follow along with her friend, rather than allow the clan to have their prejudices.

The elves tread back the path they walked, though now Sera feels her stomach growling unlike earlier. The walk feels twice as long back, and worse knowing that no treat is waiting for them when they return.

“Not a big loss. I’m sure the soldiers will have a meal ready.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Sera snaps.

“You think you’re the only city elf, who’s been turned away by them?” Taliesen raises a brow. “Dalish clans have been like that for as long as I’ve known them.”

“What’s it? My ears, too droopy for them?” Sera rolls her eyes. She feels herself gagging. “Not my first time hearing that either. Stuffin’ our mouths would have made everything better.”

“And you’ll be fine with that?”

“Doesn’t matter! We could have gotten a good meal.”

“You didn’t deserve to be treated like a roughneck, just for not being one of them.” Taliesen shakes her head, seeming surprisingly stern. “I’m not letting that happen.”

“Doesn’t need to be your choice.” Sera whispers, her cheeks feeling a bit flushed.

Though she doesn’t want to admit it with words, she’s grateful that Taliesen sided with her over the Dalish clan.