echoes and specters and ghosts of none the wiser

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WHO: The Outsider and OPEN
WHAT: Dream wandering and more.
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: in and around Skyhold & your dreams~*~
NOTES: Spoilers for Dishonored 2 possible. Open and closed prompts below, hit me up via PM or gadgetsandgears if you'd like one or start one of your own! Brackets or prose.

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Re: OPEN | DREAMS

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Kirkwall is in flames.

Debris falls from the sky - no, from the height of the chantry, tallest building in all of Kirkwall, and people are running and screaming as parts of it fall on the populace and homes below. The entire top of the building, of course, is completely gone.

Until ... Until she appears, and suddenly the screaming turns into cheers of joy and relief. "She's here! She'll save us all! Marian Hawke!"

In the crowd, Bethany is cheering as loudly as any of them, beaming as her sister strides down the road, to deal with the Templar threat to all mage lives

-- which is when she sees the Outsider, and dimples at him. "No magical whale this time?"

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A dream of better times, perhaps, or a dream of how things could have gone. Either way, the Outsider knows Bethany is a mage, knows that she is likely very lucid, and he returns the smile with one of his own. It is slower, stiffer, but no less genuine for it; likewise, neither is the offer of his arm, should she wish to take it.

"In my defense, we were physically in the Fade and it was a sloth demon," he points out, somewhat put out that someone (other than Thranduil and himself, at least) has remembered his whale stalker. "But no- I move through the Fade with purpose, this time. Perhaps it makes me a less tempting target."

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She took his arm without a pause, folding her fingers around his sleeve as she looked around with a quirk of her lips once more. "Yes, they don't really like it when someone has control over the fabric of the dream. It's a lot of power to carry. Myself, I keep my dreams of others. Saves me from any unwanted visitors."

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"I am still not quite certain how they see me, to be honest -- as kin or as a tempting host." There is a faint chuckle, his own black eyes searching through the crowd for anything that stands out more than the rest. "I am wandering through because I had a dream myself, in fact. One I believe to be reality, in my world. I wanted to see if I could perhaps stumble upon another."

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"Somilari." Bethany stated simply, as she looked around the edges of the dream, and how it reflected in the Fade. "In our world, it means a mage powerful enough to walk in and out of dreams. They can see the edges, and fold dreams to their will. They were considered the masters of the mind.
"

She gave him a smile, "So you with your whale, probably terrify all of them together."

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There is a word for it. The Outsider seizes upon it, takes the word and folds it into the lines of his memory. There will be more research, later, and there is a murmured, almost distracted "thank you" as he puzzles over what this could mean.

But-

"Were considered? Are they no longer considered such?"

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She shook her head, "They were rare to begin with - they began with the elven mages, long ago. Then Tevinter tried to take over the art ... but they were sadly lacking and ended up killing most of the somilari. I only know of one living -- and he is in Tevinter now. I can only hope he still lives." Bethany sighed softly, her gaze saddened as her mind brings up a brief image of a half-elven boy, blonde hair and sad eyes, before it vanishes again.

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"A rare art, then," he muses, gently squeezing Bethany's arm with his own. He can offer no true comfort in regards to the other mage.

"Is it something that could be learned, do you think? Or taught?"

He's not saying he'd teach it but he'd probably teach it.