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[It's incredibly convenient, really, that Dorian happens to be in the vicinity as Brennan makes his daring escape-- making his own way through the hedge maze and turning the corner just in time to see to see his blade pierce through one of its walls, followed by a determined fist.

He stops short of putting himself close enough to be unfortunately caught by the next swing of the blade, clearing his throat instead.]

If you'll stand back, I might be able to do something about that hedge for you.

[The green glow peeking over the top of the wall is a dead giveaway, Inquisitor.]

[The sword pauses in it's ferocious hacking for a moment at the sound of a familiar voice and a moment later the blade withdraws to reveal a face peeking through the shrubbery in sudden urgent curiosity.]

Dorian? Is that you out there?

[It probably says a lot about the both of them that nothing about this encounter seems all that out of the ordinary, aside from their surroundings. Dorian sighs heavily, raising a hand.]

I thought that was you.

[A flick of his wrist makes a small ball of flame spark to life, hovering just above his fingertips as he holds his hand out with his palm turned upwards.]

Now, do stand back.

I really hate when you say that, you know. It usually means I have to go find a new set of clothes.

[Brennan's voice is dry and droll as he takes a cautious step back and out of the way of whatever Dorian's about to do, sheathing his sword for the time being. Just in case. Besides, it wasn't really doing him all that much good anyway. Not that he was going to admit that, especially to the sarcastic mage currently on the other side of the hedge.]

Perhaps you should take that as your cue to start moving further.

[Really, Brennan, it's common sense. Still, Dorian only gives him the space of a moment or two to move out of the way before he unleashes the fireball he'd summoned, allowing it to grow as it hurtles towards the hedge and burns a surprisingly neat hole in the greenery, the edges of it singed but the embers dying out rather than catching and spreading further. That kind of control had taken practice, though he'd never imagined this would be what he might need it for.]

Better?

[You know you're grateful.]

I always seem to underestimate the blast radius of your spells. Maybe I should start comparing you to dragons when needing to give you a wide berth.

[Brennan's head peeks out into the newly singed hole the mage had just made, frowning for a moment, but the expression melts away when he finally catches the man's gaze on the other side.]

Much better.

[Wide grin sliding into place, he steps through the new opening and out onto the lawn, free at last from the confusion of the mage and without having to hack himself out to boot. The day was looking up.

Reaching the mage, he reached out and promptly dragged the man into a hug, delighted to see him.]

Thank the Maker. I was beginning to wonder what madness I'd fallen through this time. Where are we? What happened? Are the others nearby?

Now that's hurtful.

[Really? If any of Brennan's companions is going to be likened to a dragon, shouldn't it be the one who needs to be restrained whenever one is near?

Dorian dusts his hands off as Brennan makes his way through the hole, only to be interrupted by the hug-- startling for half a moment before he relaxes and returns the embrace, smiling as he feels a sense of relief wash over him. Being alone in this place had been tolerable, but having someone else here with him-- Brennan of all people-- was worlds better.]

Only the two of us, at the moment. There are others here, but none of ours. [No Varric, no Cassandra, no Solas, no Bull-- none of them.] As for where, well. I've had a few days now to get my bearings, and I'm still not sure I believe what's happening despite experiencing it.

Come now, don't be jealous.

[ Brennan just laughs - because he knows exactly where Dorian's train of thought probably just went - and gives the mage a fond squeeze before taking a half-step back, bringing his hands up to clasp at the man's shoulders. Despite his humor, his gaze is intent as he scans the mage from head to foot, taking in everything about him. There's a glint of concern in his eyes for the briefest of moments as he drinks in the sight of him. ]

You're not hurt? And what do you mean, a few days? I just shared breakfast with you this morning.

Jealous? Me? I think I'm insulted.

[But he smiles regardless, resting a hand against Brennan's arm as he clasps his shoulders, feeling more grounded already now that he's no longer facing this world on his own-- wherever they might be.]

I'm fine, I assure you. And really, Brennan. [He levels him with a look of skepticism, one eyebrow raised in question.] You've been vaulted forward through time an entire year and you balk at the difference of a few days? I expected better.

Dorian, you're always insulted.

[ It's said with a healthy measure of fondness, because riling the mage up was one of Brennan's favorite hobbies. One he could never quite resist poking at for the reactions he'd get.

Dorian's words have his eyes leaving the mage and scanning their surroundings once more instead, taking in the large manor house and the still-clear sky. And everything else that was so utterly foreign and unfamiliar. ]

Yes well. Last time that happened, I was with you and things looked far more terrible than they do now. So I suppose that's a plus. Where have we landed ourselves this time? And who do I have to kill to get us home again?

[ That was sarcasm. Although still probably accurate. ]

Perhaps because people are so insistent on insulting me, for reasons I cannot begin to fathom.

[Seriously, where do these people get off finding fault with him? How dare they.]

I assure you that my presence in both incidents does not count as evidence towards me being even partly responsible-- this time. [Last time... maybe just a little bit.] The residents here call it 'Wonderland.' Silly name, if you ask me. Apparently from some children's book, if any of this is real at all.

[Brennan being here is a strong argument for the fact that it is, however, and that he's not just trapped in some particularly colorful corner of the Fade all by his lonesome.]

I hear there's a Queen. You might take a swing at her.

Just as long as I don't have to dance with her. I've had plenty of that for a while, thanks.

[ Dorian's huffy reply just makes Brennan's grin widen a hint in enjoyment of getting him all ruffled once more. Sometimes the extent of which the mage reminded him of a peacock was astonishing. And endlessly entertaining. ]

I didn't think you were at all responsible. I'm pretty sure we both learned our lessons about playing around with time magic last time we had the misfortune of going travelling. And I'd hoped that would be the end of it, too. Ah well. At least we're not surrounded by abominations and red lyrium this time. [ A pause, in which he cuts his gaze sideways at the man once more in a narrowed glance. ] We're not, right?

Dancing is discouraged, I would think. None of the residents seem to like her much-- which I suppose can be said for most any monarchy, to a certain extent.

[Some form of unrest is incredibly common, although here it seems to be beyond the usual.]

We're-- probably not.

[He can't say for sure, but he hasn't seen any.]

That's very reassuring, Dorian. Thank you.

[ Brennan deadpans as he turns his attention back to the surroundings once more. It's uncommonly quiet, for a country manor, even of such strange design. ]

So what are we surrounded by? And is our presence here this terrible Queen's doing? Or is that part still a mystery.

[ He hated mysteries. He much preferred to leave them to Leliana or Josephine until they'd figured out all the details and then sent him to stab whoever was responsible. Things were much less complicated for everyone that way. ]

Mystery, as far as anyone can tell. The air is thick with magic, which I'm sure may help round out whatever explanation we may find, but I can't sense the Fade here.

[That, he has to admit, is disconcerting.]

We're surrounded by-- well, the manor's residences. Each of them claims to be from another world; some are content here, some not so much. There are also horses-- and an alarming number of dogs. We might as well be in Ferelden.

[Ew.]

I like dogs.

[ Brennan points this out with faint smirk, because the mage's opinion on the Southern lands has been voiced quite succinctly and frequently in his hearing. Even though he wasn't Ferelden, sometimes his home's borders with the place seemed close enough to count, at least in Dorian's opinions. Then again, the same seemed to go for most Orlesian opinions as well. Free Marchers weren't exactly known to be high society anywhere. ]

Do none of them know why? Or the how?

[ He was guessing not. Dorian was incredibly adept at finding information, especially where magic was involved. If answers were in any way easily accessible, he knows the man would have ferreted them out one way or another. ]

I like them well enough, too, until they're wet.

[It's an important distinction to make, he feels.]

So far, there are no satisfying answers to be found. Sooner or later, everyone I've spoken to has confessed to not knowing more than they actually do know about this place, which is troubling in itself.

[Dorian enjoys mysteries well enough on paper, but so far this one has offered him nothing more than frustration.]

Their closets are magic, apparently.

[ The tone has Brennan's eyebrows winging upwards in confusion, not sure he's following the cause for Dorian's sudden irritation. ]

Magical closets? For what? Do they automatically clean and repair your clothes for you?

[ Because that would actually be highly useful, in Brennan's opinion. ]

They supposedly give you anything you like.

[Clearly, he's very put out about this.]

Closets. Closets! Magic is for mages, not wardrobes.

Anything?

[ Brennan's more interested in the logical part of this conversation, sorry, Dorian. Closets that can give you anything you like sound like the most amazing thing ever invented. He could like a great many things.

A way home being one of them. ]

No unique items, apparently. Nothing from home can be replicated exactly, but if you have a need for--

[He waves dismissively, irate.]

A book, or cheese, or a pig, apparently, then you need look no further.

That's amazing!

[ Brennan is quite possibly missing Dorian's point here, but he's rather taken with the idea of a magical closet. ]

Do you know how they do it? Is it something we can replicate back home? Maybe they'll let us take one with us. Or we could steal one. Where's Varric and Sera when I need them?

[Yes-- absolutely missing the point.]

I hardly think a closet can be liberated from the manor it's built into and retain its magical properties.

[Brennan, please. Do try to focus.]

It's an irresponsible application of magic.

And yanking us out of the middle of Skyhold was completely responsible, as a contrast. Dorian, I'm afraid these people don't seem to have grasped the concept of magical responsibility very well at all. Or maybe they just have different spells than what you know?

[ That's got to be possible, right? The manor-house behind them should be proof enough that the ways of whoever inhabits this place is very strange and foreign to everything familiar to him. To them. Brennan might not be as well traveled as some, but he's seen enough of Thedas to know that that style of architecture is like nothing he's seen from Ferelden to the Anderfels. Why is it a stretch to believe their magic might be just as strange? ]

Even if their magic is different, it shouldn't be possible-- conjuring something from nothing, without a mage to serve as a catalyst?

[It's unheard of-- and he's once again insulted, Brennan, this time by the insinuation that he does not know all the spells, everywhere.]

The whole thing seems just like begging for trouble.

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Good job, Brennan.

Thank you, he's glad you appreciate his efforts.

So. Taking up gardening?

Weeding is therapeutic for the soul. Or so he was told.

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