This story has been jumbling around my mind since I first played DAI. It expanded by itself and fit nicely around all the DLC's so now I'll just try to get it on 'paper'.
As for update frequency? I honestly don't know. I have 4 kids, I study full time, have a job and even have a life (yes really ^_^ ) My hopes are one chapter every other week. But sometimes it might be longer, or shorter depending on my sleepinghabits and workload.

I hope you'll enjoy!

Chapter 1

Anuira Lavellan, elf hunter, rouge and assassin, was getting deadly tired of all the commotion. Of course she was happy that they'd defeated Corypheus and now had the time to celebrate and breathe again.
The last year had only revolved around scrambling to catch up, get ready, kick ass and get stronger. She'd never had time to really think and mull over decisions, constantly on the move as they'd been. She could probably count on one hand how many nights she'd actually slept in her quarters which was saying a lot.

So here she was, the famous Inquisitor, Herald of a shem-god against her wishes and sole survivor of clan Lavellan. Creators, she hadn't even had time to mourn her family's brutal slaughter before running off to chase Venatori, dragons or red Templars.
She smiled sadly at the thought as she made her way up the stairs by the throne towards the door to her quarters. She felt utterly spent.

As the door slowly gave way to her push, she felt his warmth radiating behind her before he snaked his arms around her waist.

"I thought I might claim more of your attention after all." he said playfully as Anuira turned in his arms.

"Oh, is there something on your mind?" she snickered playfully, backing her way inside her room, pulling him gently by one hand.

"Everything." he shot back while undressing her with his eyes.

Cullen followed her up to her quarters fully intending to undress her with more than just his eyes. But the sight of the morning sun rising over a clear sky tinted purple and reddish-orange, gave them both pause. They were both tired to the bone after all the battles and stress and the view was like a soothing balm on their adrenaline burned souls. The ended up in a sweet, tangled embrace on the balcony, watching the sun raise itself on a new day.

"Inquisitor?"

A noise was very rudely breaking through her sleep deprived brain. In protest she threw her arms over her head and rolled over on her side, refusing to acknowledge its existence.

"Inquisitor!"

The noise was closer this time, an unrelenting voice, annoyingly female, with Antivan accent. Of course it was… Anuira sat up, pulling one knee up under her chin yawning and trying to blink and rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Inquisitor!"

"WHAT!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air, frustrated for not being allowed to fully wake up. "Creators! Where's the damned fire!"

"I'm sorry to disturb you mistress Lavellan, Cullen. But we've got an urgent message saying there is something odd happening in Frostback Basin." Josephine said as perky and annoyingly perfect as usual.

At the word 'urgent' Anuira let her head drop into her hands and let out a loud 'Urgh' rivaling those guttural noises off Cassandra.
Cullen listened halfheartedly, propped on one elbow chuckling slightly at his love's exasperation.

"Josie…" Anuira didn't even raise her head from her hands as she spoke, her voice ragged. "Do you ever sleep? If not, would you mind terribly if I told you to at least let others do so? Especially people who just a couple of days ago kicked a Gods and an Archdemons ass, very plausibly saving the world in the process!"

She sighed, tilting her head ever so slightly to glare from under her bangs at Josie with one tired, red brimmed turquoise eye.

"Yes, uhm… Very well Inquisitor. We'll revisit this after lunch?" Josie said curtly, clearly not happy with the delay.

"Of course Josie." Anuira yawned and flopped back onto her pillow, pulling her cower up to her ear. "I trust you can see yourself out?" she murmured already half asleep.

Cullen looked from his lover over to the indignant ambassador shrugging his shoulders as he swung his legs over the bedside.

"I'll be right out." he smiled at Josie and they shared a nod before she spun on her heel, quickly making her way down towards the main hall again.

The Frostback Basin was cold, harsh and wonderful, unless your name was Dorian Pavus, then it was miserable. Varric didn't seem to mind unless they were trekking cross-country in a thick layer of snow. Then his wining was as loud and crude as Dorians. Blackwall did what he did best, trudge on in brooding silence.

Anuira and the Avvarian people got along really well, to everyone's surprise. Blackwall had some trouble accepting the Avvarian culture, like they exiling a young man for not providing his dead father with proper burial gifts due to injuring himself in the hunt. Or their practice of letting their mages be possessed by spirits until the mages learned to control their gift.
For Anuira however, it wasn't something to fuss about. Ok letting people be possessed, even though by spirits instead of demons, was not exactly a common practice in her clan but when she thought about it, it really made sense.

The Avvar worshiped their "nature-gods", their spirits. If pleasing the spirits made them inclined to protect the Avvarians mages from demons and help them better understand their capacity, then why not? And the Avvarians habit of invoking and consulting spirits on a daily basis wasn't all bad. Cole was a spirit. The spirit of Compassion and he'd been allowed to both stay with the Inquisition and was consulted regularly without the world ending. As long as the spirits purpose did not become tainted they would not be a liability, simple as that.

As for the exile of the young boy. Well every clan, tribe and people had practices others would disregarded as strange, or even cruel. Her place was not to judge and dishonor their culture. Anuira was nothing if not open minded. The Avvarian was not invading or threatening anyone with their practices, thus Anuira could not care less if they had danced naked in under a full moon in favor for rain. She came there to help. And help she did.

Anuira hacked, slashed and sparkled her way through beast, rifts, Hakkonites, demons and other ilk to save and help the Avvarians as her party of four followed the last Inquisitors tracks through the wilderness.
She was also trying very hard not to hurt professor, Bram Kenric in his lack of prudence addressing elven artifacts they found on their journey. The idiot Shem (short for quickling/ quick children, often used to express ill feelings towards humans), didn't even know Fen'Harel from Ghilan'nain!

Anuira was open minded, for the most part. She recognized the fact that the Dalish new very little of their ancestry and probably got much wrong, if not for lack of trying. Her opinion of humans, however, was tainted with incident after incident of brutality, ignorance and prejudice for no reason other than a difference in appearance and beliefs.

The professors absurd self-importance and pride about his so called 'knowledge' of elven history, when he didn't even remember Fen'Harel, much less pronounced the names correct, made her want to stick her dragonbone-blades down his pompous throat to shut him up.

Of course when they found Inquisitor Ameridan, he was an elf, with a strikingly beautiful green vallaslin of Dirthamen across his face, and a mage… Shocker…
The first inquisitor was not human warrior as the chantry would have everyone believe. No he was a heathen elf, and a mage at that, saving the idiot shemlen (quickling/ quick children, often used to express ill feelings towards humans) and their precious chantry from themselves, as per usual…

"If Andraste, the Maker or what-not needed Heralds why couldn't they just pick from the people who actually believed in them? Are humans really so untrustworthy? Wait, don't answer that…" Anuira exclaimed angrily as they proceeded with running straight into mortal danger after yet another crazed, would-be God.

Dorian laughed heartily at Anuiras snide remarks even though he was miserable in the cold and Varric chuckled pretty much like he always did, taking notes, spouting snark and fondling his crossbow. Blackwall thankfully didn't comment, as was his usual custom since Anuira had proclaimed that she owned his ass after the cockup regarding Blackwall in reality being Rainier, a criminal wanted for betraying his country.

"Fenedhis lasa, dinathe'dirthelan! Ma tas durgen'lin!" (Go suck wolfs-dick, necromancer! You to dwarf /child of the stone!) she growled.

"I must say my dear, you're elven has improved significally since I met you. Mind you, most of it is snark and curses but still, quite a feat!" Dorian snickered earning him a scowl until she couldn't contain her chuckled, swatting him playfully on the shoulder.

After battling the huge ice-dragon-would-be-God known as Hakkon Wintersbreath to the local Avvarians. Dorian, Anuira, Varric and Blackwall dragged themselves back to Stone-Bear hold to get some well-earned rest before heading back to Skyhold.

Once they left they did not leave empty handed. They'd gained a huge bear, the hold-beast of the Stone-Bear tribe, a lot of furs, leathers, metals and cloths. There was also a promise to uphold trade and communications.

Anuira didn't want to leave the Avvarians with nothing after their hospitality and generosity. She invited them to partake in all that the inquisition knew about Tyrdda Bright-Axe, famed Avvar mother, as well as promised the return of Tyrdda's staff who lay resting in the vaults of Skyhold. This earned Anuira a deep respect among the Avvarians who swore that she was always to be seen as a part of the tribe.