The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

"Not to be smug," Varric says smugly, "but told you so."

[Helene Dakesh]

"Smug," she teases, with a bit of a smile. "This one has mostly finished recording the vision. Shall the others be woken?"

[Varric]

For some reason, Varric feels compelled to put off waking the others. "Are they private? Your visions? I've read about them but never seen a... Hmm. An active vision, I guess?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes their head. "This one attempts to avoid spreading the visions to the wrong persons, as they may cause harm, but this one... this one..."

Here they falter, searching for words, before finally landing on, "Varric may see."

They show him the sketch, letting him read the words above it: a perfect Cinquain

Daisy
Seeks the sunlight
Trod on, torn up, nibbled
Rabbits can be like wolves in their
cruelty

[Varric]

"Do you just get the verse and image or... I've heard it can vary for oracles and other prophets." Daisy is the flower, seeking some need (freedom?) that's blocked by the brambles. Obstacle (threat) is something that looks far less dangerous than it is?

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one dreamed an image, but when attempting to put said vision into words, they come out in a set form with restrictions and-- poetry," they correct. "This one struggles at times with putting visions into words, and so, poetry is supplied to assist. This one must record the poem promptly upon waking or it is lost."

[Varric]

Varric nods slowly, humming in thought. "I see... makes sense really. I doubt the dogs actually speak with anything even close to what we think of as words. Images are far more information dense, especially if you can layer on..." He pauses. "Is it just visual? Do you ever hear or smell things? Textures?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes their head. "It is... abstract. It is more... it is..."

They struggle, again, their free hand opening, closing, opening, as if grasping at something. They shake their head. "It cannot be explained," they offer, hesitantly.

[Varric]

Varric nods easily, his expression showing that their answer was actually rather what he expected. "Mortal minds, no matter how smart, how quick or well-trained, can't process god thoughts. Words. Whatever. So that makes sense. Like trying to describe a color without using examples or references to colors."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene flashes a grateful smile. "This one can be understood," they say, with a nod. "This one does not know for whom this prophecy was meant, yet. Alydra understands this one is traveling. This one suspects it is meant for or about one whom this one will meet soon."

[Varric]

"Makes sense," Varric agrees. "Anyway to narrow it down?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes their head. "It will mean something, to the person it is meant for, at the appointed time."

[Varric]

 Varric nods slowly. "Sounds kind of frustrating for you. Having all of these messages and not being sure who they're for."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes their head. "On the contrary. This one enjoys the puzzle of figuring it out."

[Varric]

That gets a grin "Fair enough. About how often do you get visions?"