It was w a r m, much warmer than the memories that remain of the bitter cold of Skyhold. To feel the skin dance along her skin, to feel the WARMTH and the brightness that surrounded them, this is what she missed. Closer to Denerim they were, but many times she insisted they would not return and Lior promised. Fingers are intertwined with the others, lightly swinging in between them just enough to show Sera’s excitement. The beach! & a real one at that. Salty smell mixed in the light breeze had hit her first, a familiar smell from Denerim, but this one was BETTER.
‘It’s actually sand and..it’s golden, not like the GRAY Storm Coast.’ This was brighter, not as rainy and…enjoyable. Waves crashed against rocks and the birds flew high above them, ‘Birds annoyin’ though.’ Which was to be taken as a joke.
