This all tracks, really. Teren isn't a mage, she has no true awareness or control in her dreams, so the shifting of the setting doesn't phase her for even an instant.
Zerique, she realizes, is who she's trying to find: she has to tell her something terribly important, and hopes for forgiveness as a result. Teren's pulse races with the stress of it as she emerges into the ballroom and is distracted by some gentleman or another. She's in her twenties as well now, wearing one of those cumbersome and revoltingly fancy gowns reserved for such an occasion, and she takes the man's elbow without a second thought.
"Is it?" she asks, demurely, "I haven't been to one in a while."