Fereldan hadn't necessarily been Derrica's destination, but it's where she's landed. Like so many other times, she finds herself beside the fire in a pub wearing someone else's cloak and considering her options for the morning. She's back in that liminal stage between severing ties with one crew and ingratiating herself with another. She's never managed to find a way to make it easier for herself; each time she parts ways for some new, far-sailing band of sailors her heart aches for what she's left behind.
Transience doesn't suit her as well as she wanted it to. Thinking of future opportunities and trying to pretend she isn't lonely, that she doesn't miss Dairsmuid, has made her poor company; most of the sailors she'd arrived with have dispersed through the tavern. If anyone was taking the seat beside, she'd expected one of them, rather than a sodden dwarf.
"I—" Derrica begins, then shakes her head. "No, actually, you'd be doing me a favor if you take it."
And who knows, maybe this was her next ticket out on the morning tide.
"As long as you're planning on getting comfortable there, you could tell me your name. And where you've come from."
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Transience doesn't suit her as well as she wanted it to. Thinking of future opportunities and trying to pretend she isn't lonely, that she doesn't miss Dairsmuid, has made her poor company; most of the sailors she'd arrived with have dispersed through the tavern. If anyone was taking the seat beside, she'd expected one of them, rather than a sodden dwarf.
"I—" Derrica begins, then shakes her head. "No, actually, you'd be doing me a favor if you take it."
And who knows, maybe this was her next ticket out on the morning tide.
"As long as you're planning on getting comfortable there, you could tell me your name. And where you've come from."