*SPOILERS* for those of you who have yet to finish the game or for those that have not played the Trespasser DLC. I know that in the game they don't give you an option for long hair, but in this, I said screw and did it anyway, I mean she is an elf… I will be using some dialect from the game as well and possibly some other scenes as well. They had already defeated Corypheus after the first bit so there isn't any confusion, if there is, sorry. I also know you can't mix classes, but hey, it's fiction right? If there is any typo's I apologize, the program I am using isn't the best.

If you have an questions or critism, please feel free to message me, any and all is welcome. Enjoy!

Possible for some smut later…. Just a heads up…. Translation at bottom.

She didn't know how long she had stood there. She had watched his shadow disappear moments ago, a part of her was waiting, hoping really, that he would turn around and take it back. Deep down she knew though, he wasn't coming back. Tears had already began to fall, though she didn't wipe them away. At some point, she knew she had to go back to the campsite, but her feet just wouldn't move towards it, so instead she let her knees fall to the ground, letting her hands fall the her sides. After a couple minutes she fiddled with the amulet Dorian had gave her. She thought it over, then slowly she brought the amulet to her lips, it gave off a soft light as she spoke.

"Dorian?"

"Y-yes?" She heard the hoarseness in his voice, knowing she had just woke him. "What can I do for you love?"

"Waterfall…." He didn't answer her, not that she expected him to. Moments later he emerged from the shadows, dressed in his sleeping attire which for him, were breeches and a loose open shirt. His steps faltered as she looked up at him with a broken smile, making him run to her side bringing her into a much needed embrace. In that moment she let herself break completely. She held onto his shirt with fists, almost shouting her cries into his chest. After awhile, they began to slow, though she was now shaking. Slowly he brought her face away from his chest, brushing away her hair out of her face and wiping any stray tears.

"My dear, what is wrong?" He gave a small smile, though he brows were pulled together, watching her face for anything other than sadness. Then he raised an eyebrow, staring at the space around her left eye. "I thought… Where that thing go." He wiggled his finger around her eye, causing her to give a small chuckle.

"He….. He…." She swallowed back the new tears that wanted to fall, looking behind him, still clinging to that hope. "He left me Dorian." He brought her into his chest again, this time she heard him mumbling under his breath, probably profanities towards the elf mage.

They stayed like that for a long while, every now and again her sobs would come back only to subside again. Soon her body began to tire and her eyes became heavy. She looked up at him with a tired look, earning a smile from him. In a swift motion he lifted her, bringing her close to his chest. He kissed her forehead before heading back to the camp.

"Sleep. I will wake you in the morning before we leave." With a small nod, she let her head rest against him, her eyes closed, and slowly she drifted, a small part of her not wanting to wake.

-x-

She waited until most of the castle quieted. There were still some people walking about, probably the servants and maids finishing their last few things before they soon, headed to bed. With soft steps, she moved to her wardrobe, changing into her armor. It was lighter than she was used to, but it made it easier to move around than her previous heavy armor. Instead of layers it was now high boots, pants (tighter than usual she noted), a long shirt that came into a deep v and a small hood, and lastly her dragon hide corset. Everything was black except her corset which was a darkened blood red. Satisfied she tucked her amulet under her shirt and grabbing her daggers she left her room. She stuck to the shadows, not wanting any one to see her. Stopping every now and again, watching a few remaining people walk by.

Once she reached outside, she silently jumped the railing off the stairs and began running, reaching the bridge she whistled for her horse, the mare slowed it's run to hers as she gracefully pulled herself up, giving the mare a small nudge with her foot, making her gallop faster. It was spring, so there was little snow on the ground. Guiding her horse, she made her way to a small clearing that was secluded. Pulling on the rains she slowed, until finally stopping. She let her horse wander, not worried she would travel far. She smiled at her horse, she wanted to give her a name, but after losing a couple, she couldn't bring herself to give her a proper one, but somehow she always managed to call her Elgara, which was ironic considering the mare was jet black. Shaking her head she headed to the small clearing of grass, walking through the barrier she had put up two years ago, a couple months after they defeated Corypheus and Solas disappeared.

Standing in the center, she took out her daggers, they were no bigger than that of a carving knife. The blade itself curved ever so slightly, with a hilt that had molded to her hands over time, they looked identical until she brought them to life, showing the true power that she held in each of them, with a flick of her wrists they hummed in her hands. Her left one giving off a green flame that danced along the blade. In her right hand the soft purple lightning did the same. Not many knew about this knew ability of hers, Dorian, Varric, Bull, Cole, Morrigan and Vivienne. She would like to tell the others, but where they stood, there was always someone lingering with eager ears. It was Dorian who sensed it, said there was something off about her. He had asked her to attempt at magic, even something simple. It took awhile, but slowly the magic began to manifest. She then decided if she was going to practice it would be away from prying eyes. The last person she wanted to know was him.

A sudden rush of anger flooded her, causing the daggers to almost vibrate. Closing her eyes, she began a dance she knew too well, thrusting her hands into the open air, swirling and ducking to invisible foes. She kept moving for what seemed to be hours, when her ear gave an involuntary twitch, with out hesitation she threw one of her daggers, snapping her eyes open to meet a familiar face.

"Now, I kind of like this pretty face of mine love." Dorian tossed back her dagger, giving a wide grin while dismounting from his horse. "You have mastered them, why must you continue. He gave Elgara a quick pat on the head before walking into the barrier.

"If I stop, I won't feel ready. But I assume you didn't come all this way to lecture my fighting skills?" She placed her daggers back in there sheath, placing a hand on her hip. He gave a chuckle before his face became serious.

"We found it."

"Where?" She now dropped her joking manner, folding her arms across her chest.

"It was to the far south, in Storm Coast."

"In the ruins? We were there, long ago. HE was there, wouldn't he have known?" She now found herself pacing, arms still crossed.

"He would have, yes, but there was a barrier we found further in. It didn't look much of a corridor until Loranil noticed the stonework. We didn't think anything before because it had to doors on each side, making it look like there were only two pathways to choose from." She stared at him, a mix of emotions filling her at once. "After clearing the debris, it led to a massive worship room."

"Who was it?" Her voice came out a little more sharp than she wanted, giving him an apologetic smile, which he returned.

"Elgar'nan's. I have already informed Morrigan. Varric and Vivienne will stay behind, the others are waiting. We have packed for you." She gave him a grin, one of determination. Walking past him she mounted her mare.

"Sumeil falon, sumeil." With that her and Dorian greeted the others, racing to Storm Coast.

-x-

They had reached the ruins in just over a week, mostly stopping to rest the horses and quick naps. She was determined to reach it, in case their were eyes prying. She was leading her small group with a torch of veil fire, something Cole had taught her. Since Solas's disappearance, he had remained by her side, helping her in his odd way that he could. She had explained what she wanted to do, and the kind spirit approved of her decision, more than willing to help in any way. She peered behind her, Loranil just steps behind her, while Dorian, Bull and Morrigan were a little further.

"It's just a little further, this is the archway we found." Loranil pointed ahead of them, as a faint light danced down the corridor. She placed a her hand on his chest, only to have him look up in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but you will wait here. Only Morrigan can come with me." She gave a soft and much forced smile to the young elf. "Dorian will explain as best as he can." She handed the torch to Dorian, giving a small pat on the young elf's shoulder she turned and walked with Morrigan down the rest of the corridor.

"Are you sure we should be doing this? I am for the mystery, but, there has to be a line somewhere." Morrigan tilted her head slightly towards her.

"This is the only way. We've already divulged so much into this, I can not back down now." She gave a challenging look to the mage.

"I mean no offense, truly. I just worry this might not go, exactly, as planned." Morrigan shook her head slightly. "I mean, we do not know if we can reach this god, or that he will even help us." They had now entered the massive room, there was one torch in the center, just off of the altar. With a flick of her wrists the rest of the torches light the room. The high dome ceiling revealing fainted paintings of the past. Elves offering goods and praying to the god. There was some plants growing from the ground, which was now cracked and uneven. The tall marble pillars now grasping together as they ached under the weight. They approached which appeared to be an offering a basin held out by Elgar'nan's hands. The elven god had the skull of a halla on his head but wore a simple robe. There was no emotion on the statues face.

"This may not work at all, but I will not stop until I have some sort of answer. Cole?" She talked to the open air, waiting for the spirit to show. A small flicker of light, and he appeared before her.

"Hello da'len." He smiled as she rolled her eyes at him. He had began learning the language, finding that he liked calling her da'len, so in return she had begun calling him Hahren.

"Hahren." She gave a small bow, earning a small chuckle from him. "How close are we with the Eluvian?"

"Close, just a little more time. The Viddasala scouts had done a remarkable job destroying it. I would say no more than a week and we should be ready."

"If we can manage to pull this off, do you think we will be able to find him?" Morrigan had a defensive stance, she never fully liked Cole, but she did understand he wasn't a threat to them.

"Possibly, yes. He does not wish to be found, but he is hurt. Believes this to be the only path." Coles face went sad, him and Solas and been close. Always talking and going to the fade. She gave a weary smile to him.

"We will save him Cole. I will not rest until I can."

"I know. But I fear he won't believe. Won't trust. Worrisome elf." He scrunched his nose at the thought making her laugh. "I will return to the eluvian, wish you well." With that he disappeared. She turned to Morrigan who was now huffing and shaking her head at Cole.

"We should begin." She pointed to the alter. "You need to draw blood. While you go under, I will cast a barrier around your body as I do not know what will happen." She kneeled on the ground in front of the alter, taking off her gloves, readying one of her daggers.

"Does it matter which hand?" She glanced up at Morrigan who thought over it.

"I don't believe so, but just to be safe, why not use your left hand. Maybe the anchor will add to it somehow."

Without hesitating she cut just below the anchor and squeezed her hand and let the blood drop into the basin. For a couple minutes nothing seemed to happen. Giving a frustrated grumble she looked up at Morrigan, but before she could speak a white flash burned her eyes, making her cover her face. The room began to glow, Morrigan no where in site. Slowly she stood as the room came to life. The cracks in the floor fading with the plants showing the beautiful white stone floor. The pillars started to straighten, revealing they were made of white and black stone. She watched as the paintings gained color and vibrancy.

"Na garas mir da'len?" She watched as Elgar'nan's figure came into view. He was tall and slender. Simple beige robes fell around him. Black hair fell to his hips and the skull of halla rested on top. His eyes were glowing white. He made no sound as he approached her, his hands placed in front of him. She went to her knee's, bowing her head.

"Ir abelas, ir isala ne halani."

"Stand. There is no need for kneeling for our kin." Hesitantly she stood, she thought for a moment before meeting his eyes. He gave a small smile and a nod. "Tell me what you wish."

"I only wish you could help me. For someone near has gone astray." She blinked away the tears that tried to form.

"Yes. The Dread Wolf." His eyes narrowed before he began to walk around the room, it looked as though he was gliding across the floor. "Tell me, da'len. Why do you seek my aid and not the others?"

"Vir'abelasan, Mythal'enaste." She watched as he stopped for a moment, he walked in silence until he was in front of her again.

"So you wish to use her for your own needs?" She could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"No, she had guided me. Telling me of old tales and beliefs. "

"What makes you think I would not strike you down? You are not Mythal herself, just a vessel." He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"If you deem that best, then strike. I only hope you don't."

He was silent as he watched her. He raised his head, removing all emotion from his face.

"You wish to stop him."

"Do you see what he believes he must do?"

"Yes." He looked down at her hand, she closed it attempting to hide the anchor, knowing it was a silly notion. His eyes flicked back up to hers."He seeks to restore what he believes he destroyed many centuries ago."

"In doing so, he will destroy so much more. Causing him to do it again. A vicious circle." The tears stung her eyes, she quickly wiped them, casting her gaze aside. "I only wish to aid him. Show him there is a different path." Her voice was barley a whisper.

"Most of the gods still despise Fen'Harel. Though, some have come to see reason in his way, not that we approve, but there is understanding." She looked up at him, he then walked to the basin, beckonging her to come as well. He waved his hand over the basin, and slowly images began to show. She watched as everything unfolded. How the gods wanted more power, causing their own to become slaves, wars claiming so many lives but no one cared. Fen'Harel stood and opened the rift, casting the gods inside, sealing them. He then went to sleep, hoping that without the gods they would flourish only waking to find the Elvhen had lost their immortality, had become slaves to the rest of the races. How he could not open the orb with the weak power he had. "He holds much regret. He did not foresee how ever, how things would unfold with Corypheus. With you." Another wave of his hand showed herself fighting umongst her fellow companions. The moments she walked with Solas, asking all the questions she could about their history. When she watched his hold the broken orb, only to disappear once her back was turned. "He believed you were not a true elf. Arrogant in your beliefs." She gave a soft laugh, only it came out as a cough. She realized she was now crying.

"I remember." She brought a hand up to her face where here vassalin used to be.

"Da'len, you are more than, Dalish." He burrowed his brows, as though disgusted by the word. "I am, intrigued, how he did not see this." She looked up at him, she was confused, and he must have known as he gave a chuckle. It sounded almost serene in her ears. "Tell me, have you thought about how you are able to withstand the, anchor, Mythal and gain magic?"

"I just thought it coincidence. I figured over time the anchor had became apart of me. I also thought it was just Mythal's guidance, if you will." She looked down at her left hand, where the anchor seemed to barley glow.

"Not many can hold the power of a god, let alone two."

"I.. I don't understand…" She took a step back. He remained still, though still staring at her.

"You refuse to believe." He then weaved his hands, smoke and lightning appearing before it subsided, revealing a foci. She stared wide eyed. "I have looked into your heart child. There is trouble in it, but your intentions pure. I will give you what you seek. I only ask one thing in return." He stepped towards her, holding out the foci. "You open your mind and find the truth you already know." With that he placed her left hand on the orb, his hand was cold and his touch was light. She obeyed what he was doing. He raised his hand, but she spoke before he could continue.

"Can I ask one thing?" He gave a small nod. "Is there a way to bring back Arlathan?" He smiled at her.

"Tarasyl'an Te'las."

In a quick motion the orb buzzed in her hand, she saw him smile before everything around her faded. Dropping to her knees her eyes closed. His words still ringing in her ears. Her eyes snapped open, in her hands was a glowing orb. She looked at her hand, there was a pool of blood where the anchor used to be. She looked up to see Morrigan sweating, eyes closed.

"Morrigan." The mage looked at her and let the barrier down. She looked at her hands and saw the orb.

"Y-you did it. By the gods you did it." She then grabbed a small piece of cloth wrapping the orb and placing it into her bag. Looking at Morrigan she smiled definetly.

"We are not to speak of this to Loranil. We tell those who knew what we came here for. All others we say we failed. Understood?" The mage gave a nod of her head as they headed back down the corridor. She gave a glance back at the altar, slowly the torches went out, only leaving the one in the center. They had reached the others, saying they had failed in their attempts. She nodded to Morrigan who stayed behind with the others as she led Loranil back, taking him away from the truth.

It had started raining again when they reached outside. The horses were huddled together under a tree, still grazing at the grass, Elgara lifted her head, giving a huff and nodding her head as though happy to see her. They waited for the others to emerge, they stood by the horses, waiting for the rain to subside before riding back to Skyhold.

"So, what now boss?" Bull mounted his horse, as did the others.

"There is something I must do when we return." She hoisted herself up, giving the ruins one last glance before looking at the others. "I have to return to my quarters when we get back. I can not be disturbed, no matter what." Dorian and Bull gave an understanding nod. "Morrigan, you know where Cole will be." She nodded understanding the intent behind it. She looked down at her hand, the blood had seeped through the cloth, clenching her fist she gave Elgara a nudge with her foot and she took off. More determined than before.

-x-

As soon as she dismounted Cullen and Josephine were on her. She hadn't heard a word. Lost in her own thoughts, not sure exactly what she had to do, only that a strong urge inside told her to go to the fade. She wasn't sure she could anymore without the anchor, but it could be possible-

"Inquisitor!" Josephine's voiced raised snapping her out of her thoughts. She gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry Jose. It's been a long trip. What were you saying?" Cullen let out a laugh.

"I told you she wasn't listening." Josephine gave a huff and a light stomp of her foot.

"I was saying. Leliana's scouts have spotted some of the Qunari forces heading west towards Val Royeaux. We assume they mean to attack, but they are few, not enough to seem a threat. We sent word anyways. There was also a large Qunari camp spotted in the Exalted Plains. What do-" She raised her hand stopping the ambassador.

"Please. I understand there is much to do, but can we talk later? I would just like to rest for a little while. I also have a couple things to do with Bull and Dorian, after that I will find you."

"After you are done with Josephine, I would like to speak to you about adding a few upgrades to the training ground."

"Of course." She gave them both a bow, and made hast up the stairs. Stopping to greet a few people before making her way to her quarters. Entering the first door by the throne. They headed up the set of stairs, stopping outside the second door.

"Make sure no one comes in. Please, don't come in unless I call for you."

"Love, are you sure?"

"You really don't want us in there boss? What is it you plan on doing anyways."

"To be honest, I am not quite sure. I'm hoping that what ever it is, it works." She took a second before looking at them, seeing the puzzled faces. She started to laugh, softening their looks. "Trust me, if I knew, I would tell you."

"Alright. But you will call on us should you need it?" She gave Dorian a small shove.

"Of course."

She walked through the door, giving it a soft close. Sighing she walked up the remaining steps. Her room was rather large in size. She had a couple book shelves along with her desk in the corner, between the balcony's. Her bed was off to the left, under the massive archway. There was a mass blank stone wall. She wanted something painted there, but she never decided on what, so baron it stayed. A long couch leaned against the banister, it used to be in front of the fireplace that was to the right facing her bed, but she had decided to place a meditating area in front instead. There were two large cushions on top of a rug with candles surrounding them. She walked out to the balcony, overlooking the grounds below. She watched as the people went about their daily lives. She wondered what it would be like to go back to her old life, just to leave everything behind and go. There would be no more worries, or paper work, but, there would be so much more blood on her hands. She let go of the railing and made her way to one of the cushions in front of the fireplace. She drew the fire from the fireplace and guided it over the candles. She looked to her right, and kneeling on the other cushion was Cole. He gave her a nod.

"Wish to go to fade?"

"Yes, I believe there is something I must see. But I need your help. I am not sure I can get there anymore." She took the gloves off, revealing the anchor was no longer there. Now it was just a bloody rag.

"Must trust oneself. Can go anywhere. Do what you always do. Concentrate. I will wait." With that he disappeared again. Though she still felt like he was still kneeling on the cushion. She took a couple deep breaths. Slowing her heartrate as best as she could. She placed her hand on her thighs, letting go of everything around her. Her head started to bob before finally falling forward. She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. She stood, looking around meeting Cole. He was smiling brightly at her, the hat he always wore was no where to be seen, his blonde hair still a tussled mess. She returned his smile before looking around and gasped. She had never seen the fade so bright and lively. Spirits were moving around, some of them took forms and it looked as though there were chasing each other. She could feel the grass under her feet, which made her look down, she was wearing a white gown that loosely hugged her. It rested just off her shoulders, with long sleeves that became wider at her wrists. Her long white hair was now loose instead of in the braid she had it in.

"Don't you come to the fade in what you're wearing?" She looked at Cole who only smiled brighter.

"Yes, most of the time you come with what you are wearing. Sometimes though, when you are strong enough, you can will it to change." He began to walk, looking back to make sure she was following. Giving a curious look she followed.

"I didn't will myself to look like this." She gestured at herself. "You're not talking funny anymore." He chuckled.

"In the fade, I don't have to concentrate as hard. As for the clothes, you may not have realized what you willed, but you will." He urged her to stop, waving his hands, the area began to change, the field they were in began to disappear, slowly a temple began to form. The room was trembling, and from the archway a woman was running towards them who was being chased. Fear written over her face, holding a small bundle close to her chest. She stopped suddenly and turned towards the archway. A massive light travelled from her hand to the stone, collapsing the archway stopping the figures from getting to her.

"Cole, wh-" He put a finger to his lips.

"Watch."

Turning back to the woman, she did what he told and watched. The woman reached the altar, placing what she now knew was a baby wrapped in cloth at the base. She took out a knife and sliced her hand, squeezing the blood in the basin. She took a closer look at the woman, stepping so she was standing to the side. She had long white hair in a massive braid that fell against her back. Her skin seemed to pale, with freckles that danced around her face, she was quite beautiful, something in her seemed familiar. Bright lavender eyes darted around the altar as she shouted.

"Mythal!" A flash of white and a woman appeared. Blonde hair was tied upon her head with a headdress made of what she presumed was bronze. Her eyes were glowing yellow, but something about them seemed soft. Her dress was a light green color. Thin straps and a long slit on either side. The woman looked gorgeous, well derseved of the title god.

"Falon!" Mythal ran to the woman. She looked her over, removing the hand that was clung to her side. Blood seeped through the woman's gown. "What has happened?" She looked down seeing the baby. "When?"

"Not long, maybe 3 weeks. Ir abelas, ir isala ne halani." Her smile was weak, she was getting paler by the minute. Wiping her hand, she reached for the baby, bringing it close to her chest.

"I can heal you." Mythal reached out to the wound, only to stop. "What.. What is this?"

"L-lyrium. They have coated the blades with them." She was rocking the baby. The room began to tremble again, causing her to look behind back at the collapsed entrance. "They have taken most of Arlathan. There are not many of us left. Soon the rest who stayed will perish." she stroked the babies face who was now restless, tears now running down her face. "Shhh da'len, shhhh." The baby then gave a soft cooing noise.

"Atisha….. What are you asking of me?" Mythal placed a hand on her face. Wiping the tears with her thumb.

"Take her. Take her far away from this. Give her a better life. At least better than this." Giving a soft kiss on the babies forehead she slowly passed her to Mythal. Hesitantly Mythal accepted.

"I can take her centuries ahead, but I can not control the path that follows her. You know this?"

"Y-yes. Anything would be better than this. Please falon, please. I'm already fading, but you can still take me for her." Mythal looked at the baby, a sad smile as she looked back up at Atisha. She placed a hand on the back of her head leaning Atisha towards her.

"I will do as you ask, but, what is the name given to her?"

"Za-zathiria…." Her voice was low, just above a whisper. "Ir abelas da'len, dareth shiral…." Her hand slipped from her side, letting the last bit of blood drain. Mythal brought her lips to her forehead, a tear falling down her cheek.

"Ar lasa mala revas falon. Asha'bellanar." A spark lit between her lips and Atisha's forehead, and in an instant the woman's body fell. Slowly she stood, staring at the body that now lay still at her feet. She turned back to the statue, glancing one last time at Atisha, before vanishing with the baby.

Slowly everything faded before them, revealing the field they stood in before. She fell to her knees clutching her head, the pain was sudden and intense. How? How was this possible? Could it be true? How? The questions racked her.

"You are of Elvhen. From his time though he does not know this. Mythal had protected you over your life. She brought you to this time, unaware of the path lain before you." Cole kneeled in front of her placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Is that how…. Is that…"

"Yes. Only those of true Elvhen blood can call upon the gods. He did seal them away, but not away from their duties in hopes to help his people. When Mythal had heard of the path you chose, she sent Morrigan to aid you. Drawing you to her well. In a way, she was protecting you."

"But why? Why was she so close to that woman. So kind?" Her eyes darted everywhere around them, unsure of what to say or do. She just sat there.

"Yes, I guess that didn't explain that.." He sat on the ground, he thought for a moment before answering. "Your mother had worshipped Mythal to great extent. Not in the way of the others though, she never asked for anything. Instead, she wished for Mythal to be happy, which peaked her interest you could say." He gave a soft chuckle. "When she spoke to her for the first time, she merely stated that she already had everything. Why would she wish for more. Years went by, and they became friends. It was odd for a god to talk amongst the people. Then the gods became greedy, obsessed with power. They sent countless people into war not caring about the outcome. It was around the time Fen'Harel rebelled against them. It was in the midst of him sealing them that his men began to slaughter those in Arlathan, including your mother." Cole gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder before standing.

"How do you know all this Cole?" She looked up at him, his smile still present. He glanced behind her before pointing. With that he left. Confused she looked behind her, standing instantly at the woman standing in front of her. She bowed her head, not daring to look up.

"Lathallan, long time." She didn't look up, just gave her head a quick nod. Which earned a chuckle from the woman in front. "Please, da'len, look at me." She felt a cool finger lift her chin, bringing her gaze up. Bright yellow eyes peered down at her.

"Mythal."

Translations:
Hahren - Elder
Da'len - Little one/child
Na garas mir da'len - You come my child
Ir abelas, ir isala ne halani - I'm sorry, I'm in need of your help
Vir'abelasan, Mythal'enaste - The place of the way of sorrows, Mythal's favor
Tarasyl'an te'las - The place where the sky is held back. (Skyhold)
Falon - Friend
Ir abelas da'len, dareth shiral - I'm sorry little one/child, farewell/safe journey
Ar lasa mala revas falon. Asha'bellanar - You are free/I give you freedom friend, the woman of many years.