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Who: Dream (Daniel), Edgeworth
What: A chance meeting.
Where: The Dreaming palace.
When: No particular time.
Warnings: None.

Edgeworth was in trouble. It took a while for this fact to truly sink in--the Dreaming is an endless source of distractions, many of them seemingly innocuous--but once it became clear that his companion wasn't going to find him then trepidation began to set in. He knew enough about this place to know that even the residents had to watch their steps at times. For the uninitiated or unwary, the Dreaming could be very dangerous indeed.

So it was that his pace gradually slowed, as he tried to decide whether it was prudent (or safe) to stop and wait for the Corinthian to track him down. Ordinarily that might be the wisest course, but this section of the palace gave him an uneasy feeling. It seemed an inordinately long time since he last saw any--

He drew to a sudden halt and stared down the hall he'd just come through, his eyes straining to catch any sign of movement. After a frozen minute, he scowled at himself and continued down the corridor with a determined stride. He'd find a more agreeable location, preferably something at least mildly familiar, then he'd wait patiently for the chance to chastise the nightmare for allowing him to get lost in the first place.

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With a small nod, Dream stepped away. "There is a guest room at the top of this tower you may wait in, provided that is where you stay until he arrives."

But rather then leaving right away, he lingered for a moment longer, and there was a pause as he seemed to debate on whether or not to ask his next question. But he needed to know. "Who is your guide, if I may ask?"

Edgeworth was quick to nod his assent. Given the choice, he had absolutely no intention of wandering the halls of this eldritch and unfathomable edifice.

They lingered in the entrance to the stairwell, Edgeworth glancing uncertainly between the stairs and the man in white until he finally made up his mind to ask his question.

"Ah, of course," Edgeworth answered casually, a tad relieved that that was the only thing holding them up. "He's known as the Corinthian. He's brought me here several times before, but this is the first time he's managed to lose me."

Apparently, that answer would only hold them up longer. Dream looked up, a little surprised.

"The Corinthian?" Make that quite surprised. The look of curiosity was back, but there was also something considerably more critical in his gaze. "You are a....companion, of his?"

Given what information he'd gleaned from the Corinthian about the way his role in the Dreaming was viewed by others, Edgeworth had been expecting that sort of reaction. He met the man's scrutiny with a steady gaze and maintained a companionable air, though he was ready to raise his defenses at the first sign of disapproval.

"Something more than that. At least, I'd like to think so. We've known each other for several years now."

Again, Dream nodded, though this time a bit absently while he continued to regard the other man.

"I see...." And this time, something that might have been a smile touched at the corner of his lips, though it had an almost sheepish edge to it. It was already rare enough as it was to meet one who claimed the nightmare as a friend.... "I did not realize. He is not normally the most....social of nightmares, you see."

"I'm not normally the most social of humans, so that works out rather well." He smirked, half to himself as evidenced by the introspective cast that flashed briefly through his eyes. He knew the Corinthian's name wasn't always the most effective currency in the Dreaming. It was a relief his friend could still help him when he needed it most.

"You know him well?" he asked with open curiosity.

"Very well, I should like to think." And that time it was a smile that crossed his face, genuine and maybe a bit relived, however brief it was. He nodded lightly at the stairs.

"May I join you, while you wait? I sometimes worry about guests traveling this place on their own."

"Let me assure you that I share your concern. So much so that, contrary to my nature, at the moment I would be very grateful to have your generous company." He gave a graceful little half bow and gestured up the stairs invitingly, waiting for the man to start up them before following.

"I only hope that I prove to be good company." He led the way with another small smile, until they reached a small room lined with large windows that looked over the ocean, its surprisingly calm, ink black surface reflecting a brilliantly starred night sky.

And once Edgeworth had entered the room behind him, he glanced back, again curious. "I'm sorry, I....never asked your name."

"I think it would be difficult for you to make yourself bad company to a lonely wanderer." With the flash of a soft barely noticeable smile, Edgeworth gravitated toward the window. Immediately he wondered if this was the very tower where they were to meet the Corinthian. The view was certainly spectacular enough.

If his companion had continued to make general conversation, Edgeworth might not have turned away from the window at all, but ignoring a question like that was too rude for him to consider around a mysterious stranger who could hold his safety in his hands. Reluctantly, he turned towards the interior of the room, meeting the man's eyes. "In that we both seem to be at fault. My name is Edgeworth, Miles Edgeworth. And you are?"

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If Dream means what I think he might mean, it went right over Edgeworth's head.

The way he phrashed his answer isn't helping much. XD

Wouldn't want to spoil his misconception too quickly~

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