A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
"Then I suppose threats about you never darkening my doorstep again won't work either?"
"Get an actual door and maybe I'll consider trembling."
She wraps her arm in Anya's. "We should probably get going, anyway. After today I don't particularly wander the streets at night."
"Right, yes. Let's avoid that in future."
"As much as...beingly possible."
With a wave to Anders, she starts leaving.
Anya waves too and huddles close to Tabs.
"Want me to teach you Ander too?"
"A threeway lesson. Kinky."
She baps her with her finger tips. "No kink for you."
Tabs giggles, and scrunches up her nose. "But, seriously, yeah. That would be awesome! Even if it is just Norwegian."
"We can practice at night or something and you can surprise him with your knowledge."
Tabs hums happily, pretending to swoon into Anya.
She rolls her eyes and holds her up. "Come on you, dweeb. Before the mercs start getting restless."
Tabs winces. "Agreed!"
Time passes. The "tourists" as Xenon called them, don't manage to find somewhere other than Merrill's to live, but despite the small space, they seem to work together well. Being in the Alienage also gives them access to information firsthand, and so when Feynriel and Olivia go looking for a way to escape the Circle, Tabs and Anya are already there.
"I know you don't know us from a bar of soap, but trust us when we say Samson is not the right option," Tabs calls out, stepping from her hiding place.
She nudges Tabs a little.
"Hey. I'm Anya, this is Tabs. We heard about what you're planning and we wanna help. Maybe not in the exact way you were planning, but.."
"We have a far safer option."
Feynriel immediately steps out in front of Olivia, who seems to hug herself. "What do you mean, safer? You mean the Circle?" The last word is spat.
"No. The Circle might be safe for the moment, but it's not going to stay that way. We have another option. It going to be difficult though."
"Difficult how?" Olivia pipes up.
"Tevinter is a long way to go. Even for a mage."
"They'll no doubt give you sanctuary. But it's a long and difficult path to get there."
"But freedom lies at the end of it. True freedom. For you both."
Olivia looks hopeful, but Feynriel stares daggers at Tabs. "You would send me, a half elf, to the Tevinters? You? A Dalish?"
"They care more for power than race. Well. At least they will in your case. You're a rarity, Feynriel."
"Dreamers, somniari - mages able to enter the fade without blood magic or lyriam - they're rare. It'll be your boon."