Restless Rebel
One arrow. Thunk. Two. Three. Four. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Sera drew back the string of her bow, this time taking it slow, instead of releasing it in a rapid fire like the ones before. Relishing in the creak of the bow as she pointed the arrow. There was already about ten arrows sticking out of one of the hay practice targets in Skyhold's Courtyard. It wasn't enough. Sera didn't even feel any joy from the activity, it almost felt routine. Sera hated it, she was charged up, she had been for days. No amount of searching Skyhold for new treasures, sabotaging the ingredients in the kitchen, or even drawing in her journal helped assuage the restless feeling that plagued her. Maybe she could steal one of those fancy portraits that were found all over the fortress and place it on the target in front of her. Sera figured that if the target had a face, she could easily fabricate some elaborate story of just how wicked the person in the picture was and maybe then she could gladly unload a whole quiver into the portrait. She didn't take her eyes off of the target, bow still drawn back as she heard some footsteps approaching her. Sera frowned, eyebrows knitted together. āBest be some good news you're giving me, or else this arrow's gonna find a new home right between your eyes.ā