Varric was very grateful when an elf appeared out of nowhere, to slice the terror that's been about to gut him, into two. The redhead shot him a feral grin, before dancing across the top of the snow, twin swords whirling in curtains of steel as she spun a deadly dance around the wounded soldiers, covering Solas expertly, as the other elf used ice to freeze opponents for her to shatter.

The instant that the demons were gone, Solas seized her glowing hand, shit, this was the one everyone was blaming, and the rift closed with an explosion of green lightning and a thunder-crack.

"One, you are lucky you didn't get a reflexive blade to the gut, grabbing me in the middle of a fight like that, dirthara-ma!" The redhead snarled at Solas, turning so that she faced Varric and the mage, putting Cassandra at her back. Curious, she trusted the woman that had been raring to execute her, that much? "Two, what the venhedis did you do to close that fasta vass?!" The bald elf blinked and answered with his irritating calm still intact.

"I did nothing, that was you."

"Vishante kaffas! Well at least this saar-raas is good for something." She snapped. Varric watched her watching the responses they gave to Cassandra. When the smirking dwarf told her of Solas' role in keeping her alive, she responded in elvish, giving a short bow, with her hand in a fist over her heart.

"Ma serranas, mala'hilani." Varric grumbled theatrically about not being able to understand, and pointed out that she had yet to give her name. A flash of teeth in a wicked smirk was the first crack in the blank mask.

"Emma Revas'hanin Ferissima Adaar." Varric turned to the mildly amused Solas, as Cassandra stomped on in the lead, not even trying to pretend that she wasn't eavesdropping on every word.

"Translation, Chuckles?" The glare from the bald elf, was the same as every time he'd used the nickname so far.

"She thanked me for my help, then said that her name was Revas'hanin Ferissima Adaar."

"That's a mouthful of a name." Varric prodded with a smirk at the, rather tall and strongly built for her race, elf.

"The translation's worse, Master Tethras."

"Varric, please. Master Tethras is- was my brother. Care to share?"

"Freedom's glory, the wildest, weapon. In Elvhen, Tevinter and Qunlat respectively." His 'story worth digging for' senses were going wild, but it was Solas who asked, not Varric.

"Interesting names for a Dalish elf."

"Oh for-! I. Am. Not. Dalish!" The snarl would've done Broody in a bad mood proud, low and animalistic, her teeth bared in what was definitely not a smile, showing oddly sharp canines.

"Yet you bear a vallaslin, do you not?" Solas said, keeping a careful eye on the fist clenched around a hilt. Varric thought that wise, as the mage had clearly touched on a nerve, without meaning to.

"Well, if a group that took you in and gave you shelter abruptly blames you for ill-luck and decides to sacrifice the seth'lin flat-ear to Fen'Harel, to end said bad luck, and changes her markings from honoring the Huntress, to declaring her a sacrifice to the Dread Wolf, one can hardly be blamed for feeling no kinship. Especially if it coincided with her twelve year old self showing up the Keeper's spoiled, qualaba-brained brat of a son. Nor can one blame her for having the markings covered and changed." The way Revas-something, eh Varric would just call her 'Reva' until he could come up with something better, cut through the group of demon's blocking the way, was especially vicious, as she spoke. Solas had definitely flinched. Interesting...

"You would not be the first to fall victim to Dalish superstition, and won't be the last." Solas' mild tone held annoyance for once, but his eyes were hard with anger.

"Seth'lin or flat-ear?" Was Reva's sardonic query as she snapped shut the rift blocking the gate to the forward camp.

"Both, and Harellan, when I tried to tell what I'd seen of the Ancient Elves while wandering the Fade." Solas said, frowning.

"Ma somiar'aravas?" Reva said slowly, as the gates were opened slowly. Solas's eyes widened then narrowed suspiciously.

"Ir..." He drew the word out slightly, tension in his posture.

"Dirthera'tel, ne dareth, Hahren." The woman said in a tone indicating a reassuring promise, and a touch of reproach. Solas bowed his head, hiding a smirk.

"Ma serannas, da'len,"

"I'm not a child, I am twenty-four, belannar!" The indignant response was the last Solas got, as Reva's attention was transferred to Chancellor Roderick and his vitriolic hate towards her. Varric listened, feeling that she was far to calm in response to the blustering idiot. He would've had Bianca give the arrogant sod a little 'hello', in her place...

Dirithar-ma- 'may you learn', used as a Dalish curse

Vehendis (lasa)- elvish expletive

Vishante kaffas- 'you shit on my tongue' in Tevene

Saar-raas- 'scary thing' qunlat literally 'dangerous something' (extrapolation on my part)

Ma serranas- my thanks

Mala'hilani- for your help (roughly)

emma- I am

vallaslin- blood writing, aka the Dalish tattoos given to mark adulthood

Harellan- traitor or trickster, referring to Fen'Harel

Ma somiar'aravas?- you are a Dreamer? (lit. dreamer-journeyer, my invention)

Ir- yes, lit 'very', similar to how Latin for 'no' (minime) means 'very little'

Dirthera'tel- I won't tell lit. 'tell-not'

Ne Dareth- you are safe lit. 'you be safe'

Hahren- Elder or teacher, term of respect for someone older

Da'len- small child, little one, a term of endearment for someone younger

Belannar- old one lit. 'of many years' (taken from the Dalish name for Flemeth 'Ashi'belannar or woman of many years)

A/N: My elvish and qunlat is taking alot of creative liscense to the Dragon Age Wiki entries provided material. I might end up throwing in LotR elvish to fill things out, if I get stuck... anyhooo... *whistles innocently*-EM17