the elf, the qunari and the flower crown
"…What is this?”
Herah blinked, looking rather confused with the elf’s question. “They’re flowers, Sera.” She answered, careful not to sound patronizing.
"I know what flowers are!” Sera snapped back, gazing at what the qunari was holding in her hand. A chain, made from flowers of white petals with a crimson centre- was being held towards her. “But why are you giving it to me?”
"… These were growing near Redcliffe when we were there last time, and I thought they were beautiful when I saw it." Herah blushed and lowered her head, a little hesitant when she spoke again, "It..uh, reminded me you."
The normally boisterous elf was at a complete loss for what to say. She opened her mouth, closed it, before opening it again. “I…see.”
"…I wanted to thank you, for helping me with the mercenary group when you didn’t have to, so I made this for you as a token of my appreciation. Vivienne suggested adding some jewels in between, but I didn’t think you’d want that.”
She was right, of course. Sera could care less about jewelry- they were for the nobles, pretentious and impractical (also easy to steal).
The elf was silent when she accepted the gift, starting intensely at the flowers with still glistening dew on it, like it was a particularly complicated puzzle.
"… the locals call them Andraste’s Grace… and they are said to be the embodiment of Andraste’s beauty and kindness, which I thought was also quite fitting so thank goodness for that… " Noticing Sera’s lack of reaction, Herah stopped mid-sentence, beginning to worry that she had offended the elf somehow. "Do you not like it?"
Sera turned her gaze away from the flowers, choosing to stare at the qunari instead until the latter began to fidget self- consciously.
Despite her feelings at the moment, Sera nearly snorted. The inquisitor’s shyness was always near-ridiculous to see, coming from a qunari warrior who could swing a broadsword as tall as Sera.
She wanted to say yes. That this is stupid and cheesy and how can you say those things with a straight face and actually mean it you big dumb silly endearing - “Of course I like it, you daft tit.”Sera took a deep breath. She was one being ridiculous, “But I can’t very well put it on myself now, can I?”
She watched as Herah realized her mistake as well, not resisting the urge to laugh this time when she turned a bright shade of tomato.
Sera hopped onto the qunari’s lap then, and without waiting for a reaction, thrusts the flower crown back into Herah’s hands, “What are you waiting for? Help me put it on!”
Settled cozily while her hair is being worked on, Sera could hear the other woman behind her humming a merry tune, its tempo not nearly as fast as her heartbeat right now and no there weren’t butterflies in her stomach it was just something she ate that morning.
And when the others complimented her on the new accessory upon return, Sera would swear to all that is listening that she did not blush at all. (But she still punched Iron Bull anyway for giving her a knowing smirk later that night)