It's an endless ball - a little less Orlesian Winter Ball and a little more magical Yule Ball, only nobody is a fumbling teen being pressured to making nice and dancing with the students from other visiting schools here. The dancing happens because the market is open.

What market? The romance market.

Come, enjoy a world of no worrying about the war. All the men are dashing, the women are dressed in fine silks, and those who identify as neither are probably the sexiest people in the room. Or not - the dream's not the boss of you.

It's not immediately clear who this dream comes from. It is quite the mish-mash, actually: ballgowns straight out of a Jane Austen novel, but the politics of a Thedosian court's Game, and there is of course the magic. It's happening, but it feels natural - unfeared. Almost like someone who been wary of her magic not matching Thedas' this whole time has gotten her hands on a few too many romance novels to read in her spare time, supplemented it with the few experiences of a school dance here, a wedding there, and the result is this.

But hey, what does it matter if the mages are wandering around free, unbothered by demons or spirits, and if there are any Templars in sight they're not wearing armor? There's punch to be consumed, it might be spiked, and dance cards to fill. Can you feel the love tonight?