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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.

[ Dorian, he's not going to judge you for not knowing everything ever. You may be exceedingly pretty but you are still human. Like he is, since the finer details and theory of magic are usually lost on Brennan. Personally he's not sure he quite understands how any of it works, beyond the fact that he knows his companions can point their stick at things and boom. But a magical closet doesn't seem so far out of the realm of comprehension after he's seen holes ripped open in th sky and people turned into an ice statue. ]

Why couldn't a mage have enchanted the closets to do what they do?

[ That was a thing, right? His weapons were enchanted to do things they normally wouldn't, and he certainly didn't have the mage responsible following him around every time he needed to use it. His party was often a display of careful skills juggling as it was. ]

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[Human, yes, he'll grant you that, but there's no denying that as humans go, Dorian is rather exceptional-- at least, that's always been his personal opinion.]

Because, Brennan, they just--

[He cuts himself off with a low snarl of frustration, heaving a sigh as he presses his index and middle fingers to his temple.]

That's just not how it works, dear heart.

[ Figuring he'd pushed enough buttons for the moment, Brennan chuckles and reaches out to brush a hand against Dorian's arm. Casual, but contact all the same, a familiar and almost soothing gesture. ]

I will take your word for it, Dorian. You'd know better than I, after all.

In the meantime, what can you tell me about this place? Why are we here?

Not nearly as much as I'd like to be able to.

[Clearly, there's a great deal about Wonderland that has him out of sorts, foul mood settling in and making itself at home, though he does what he can to keep it at bay-- he's not interested in taking things out on Brennan, and his frustration with the situation certainly isn't helping matters.]

No one I've talked to seems to be able to say 'why,' but there are some who've been here for years, trapped within this place as though it were some kind of magical prison-- though I must say, as prisons go, it's well-furnished and provides a great deal more than most.

[ Hearing the frustration in the mage's tone, Brennan reaches out to let his hand rest against the small of Dorian's back, thumb rubbing idly against the familiar texture of fabric. It's an automatic movement, something intended for comfort and reassurance - for both of them, most likely. Being unwittingly absconded anywhere rarely makes either of them very happy. ]

So no easy way out then, I'm taking it? Just once, I'd like an easy solution to the madness we keep landing ourselves in. Is that so much to ask? I thought we were mostly done with this chaos.

[He sighs, briefly, but some of the tension seems to ease, Brennan's attempts successful as they often were.]

No easy way out, no, but we're hardly used to things being easy to begin with.

[Which means that between the two of them, he's sure they can sort something out.]

Perhaps some higher power decided we were dangerously close to growing complacent.

Are we blaming your higher powers or mine this time? [ Brennan asks with a roll of his eyes heavenwards. ]

Perhaps we can just blame Solas and his and be done with it.

[ Someone might still be a little irritated over the abrupt disappearance. And worried. But irritated is easier to admit to. ]

I suppose we can blame mine this time around-- it's my turn, isn't it?

[He's lost track. Ought to start taking notes again-- though he frowns at the mention of Solas, his brow creasing.]

Well, that would be convenient. Still sore, I take it? [Not that he blames him.] And here I thought he'd been getting on well enough with everyone to stick around-- though he always did seem to have too many secrets for my liking.

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