The Lost Stories of Arlathan

by Nightranger45

"The Dalish have myths and legends of the gods; Of how Fen'harel locked the Evanuris away or how Ghilan'nain became the youngest of the pantheon. But they don't tell of Mythal's eldest child. Of how she rejected the attentions of Dirthamen or won a game of wits against Fen'harel without even speaking to him. You wish to know of your people dalen? Let me tell you of Lady Lavellan."

21. Chapter 21

Time

'Again.'

Lavellan frowned, and closed her eyes. She focused on where she wanted to be. Slowly her eyes opened.

Knowledge huffed, 'Again.'

A spirit of wisdom spoke, "Perhaps if you both took a break?"

'No.'

Wisdom looked taken aback, "But-"

'No'

The younger spirit looked at Lavellan, who just shrugged and said, "I've learned to just go with it," her head tilted thoughtfully, "Though I think it would be easier if you just told me why I'm concentrating on a spot that is quite literally two feet away?"

Knowledge spoke again, more insistant than the last times, 'Again'

Lavellan focused, closed her eyes, and focused the spot that Knowledge told her to think about.

Her eyes opened and she looked around.

Huh.

"So. The spirit stuck in my head can teleport me places."

Lavellan felt pride.

'Yes.'

"Can you bring stuff to me?"

'Probably.'

A second passed.

'No.'

"I didn't say anything!" Lavellan looked slightly annoyed, but only for a moment, "But if we could figure it out..."

'No.'

"But there are so many possibilities!"

'We are not using any abilities to prank people.'

Lavellan huffed and began her journey back to the camp, "Fine."