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a. [Something about this place doesn't feel quite right. Like he knows that he's dreaming, but he sure as fuck doesn't know this place. Looks like the gardens in Nephele, but... bigger. More impressive. Like they'd decided one wasn't enough and just piled more on top - trees and flowers and fancy little open buildings that probably had a name he didn't know. But in sort of a nice way. Helps that all the paths are even, and there are plenty of benches. One of which he's sitting on, for the moment.]

b. [This bar is almost the same as the last six they've passed through, though with slightly better booze. Nowhere near as bad as some of the dives in the Lower City, but everything past the Perblanches was rough. Rural, Felix would probably say. If he felt like talking and not being a total asshole at the same time, which was getting to be a pretty fucking rare combination. A part of Mildmay's not sure how to feel about this, but he could get used to not having to worry if half the bar is going to jump him as soon as he walks in the door.

He's got a drink and a deck of cards he picked up Kethe knows how many towns ago - they're okay on money right now, so maybe he can just fucking relax for once.

Of course, if the people at the table in the back escalate their argument into an actual fight, that could get dicey.]

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[Gideon has never seen anything like this, either in waking life or in dreams. Even if he doesn't know it for certain, part of Gideon knows this is magic. Can feel it at the back of his mind like an itch, and he walks the fragrant paths analyzing more than the just the layout. He doesn't think this is a sending, and why would he dream of a garden he's never seen before? The Bastion had not been very big on aesthetics, and he had not wandered the more colorful parts of the Mirador as much as he would have liked.

He stops to track the progress of a ghostly visitor when he notices one that is absolutely corporeal. His eyebrows raise in surprise and an obvious unspoken question as he approaches.]

[At the sound of footsteps, Mildmay glances up, and doesn't really
manage to conceal his surprise, at least by his standards.]

Gideon? What the fuck?

[He stops in his tracks as soon as Mildmay speaks as if it had struck him physically. Not quite thinking about it, his jaw drops in slight surprise and he hears himself speak for the first time in two years.]

Mildmay?

[Which causes even more shock than seeing the other man had]

[Mildmay is openly staring now, because what the fuck]

This is seriously fucked up. [He doesn't even sound like he's talking to Gideon, just this whole place at large]

[A hand comes up his throat and flutters there as he moves closer to the bench.]

Would you be as surprised as I am if this was a dream?

[And he's speaking to the gardens as much as Mildmay is, as if he isn't certain he's real. The situation present a theoretical mystery he hasn't been able to ponder aloud to himself in some time.]

[He doesn't say anything for a moment, just turns the idea around in his head]

Make as much sense as anything, I guess.

That doesn't give me many alternative ideas...

[He looks amused, however, and gestures toward the bench Mildmay is currently occupying]

May I?

[He shifts over a little - not that he'd exactly been taking up the whole bench himself, but no point sitting shoulder-to-shoulder if they didn't have to. He liked Gideon well enough, but they'd never really been close.]

Sure.

[Gideon's expression is bemused and thoughtful as he looks out of the garden. He feels oddly peaceful here, for a reason he can't quite seem to place yet...]

It's a very nice garden. I don't remembering seeing it's like before. Not in Marathat, at least. But I suppose geography hardly matters...

[He's talking to himself again. Years of being trapped inside your own head can have that effect]

[There's another small shrug from Mildmay. He knows Gideon doesn't need answers, he's plenty used to Felix's questions-for-the-sake-of-questioning. But he does have something of an answer to contribute]

Bit like Troia.

Is it? Any place in particular?

[And that was directed at Mildmay, because it was the closest thing he had to a clue at the moment]

Nephele. [And Gideon knew about that mess from Felix, he was pretty sure, so no point in going over it again.]] Smaller, though. Less flash.

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