Dear Diary,

The others have returned with supplies from the town. We could feasibly move on but no one wants to leave until I am in fighting form. I get up feeling refreshed and not sore for the first time in days, since I started doing Vir Bor'assan and swimming lessons. Strangely enough I had no blightmares either which is odd as they have become nightly occurrence. Alistair told me this happens because it's a true blight. My movements feel more harmonized and I feel like I have more spring in my step. I head to kitchen area and make some of the tea I've been drinking for headaches. It doesn't taste as terrible now. I guess I've gotten used to it. I also grab a small plate of bread, cheese and fruit. Thank the Maker! We were able to get some apples.

I sit at the fire and eat my breakfast. Everyone else is already busy except for Wynne, who is seems to be exhausted. She is reading but keeps nodding off. Before I can ask if she is alright, I hear Tamlen. "Elly are you ready?"

"Yes," I say brushing off any crumbs and drinking the last of the tea. I take the dishes over to the kitchen area where Alistair is cleaning his dishes.

"I got them Elly," he says smiling, "You go."

"Thanks Al," I flash him grateful smile.

Tamlen gives me a quizzical look as we walk to the practice area.

"What?" I ask curiously.

"Something is different about you today," He says giving me a harder look.

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm not sore and tired for the first time in what seems like forever. I'm feeling better."

"Maybe that's it then," he says smiling.

We get to the practice area and go through the movements of Vir Bor'assan. I feel very in tune with the movements and it feels effortless. The second time through Tamlen stops and watches me. I finish the sequence and look at him curiously.

"Elly, you did the sequence so well; it's almost as if you followed Vir Tanadhal." He says with no small amount of surprise.

"It's strange…"I say trying to explain, "It makes sense now and I just…know. But that course that is probably because you have been teaching me."

"Let's try something else," he says looking at me with obviously curiosity. "I'll go over the sequence for Vir Assan."

I nod eagerly and watch as he goes through the sequence of movements. The movements are harsher, harder than the previous sequence. Maybe because the way of the arrow has to do with a weapon? Something stirs me to join him, as if I already know what to do and what the movements are.

"You ready to try?" he asks.

I nod standing to join him. We go through the sequence with him facing me as he usually does to correct any issues with form but he says nothing until we finish.

"Andruil's Blessing!" He says with wonder, "It's like you have done it for years. Your form was perfect."

"Let's try something else," He says suddenly. He moves to stand beside the way we usually practice after I've gotten the movements memorized. "I'm going to do the sequence for Vir Adahlen. Join me if you can."

I try to watch first but my body wants to move, so I give in and just move. We move in perfect harmony. I intuitively seem to know what to do. It's a strange but elating feeling.

"Fen'Harel's ass! You know Vir Tanadhal!" He says astonished. "I don't know how or why, it's odd to say the least. Many followers of Vir Tanadhal work for years and cannot achieve the fluidity that you have. It's almost as if you understand the intent. You were brought up as an elf."

"I don't know," I say bewildered, "I just feel it."

"In any case, your coordination seems to be returning." He says thoughtfully, "Would you join me in the mornings to practice?"

"So that's where you used to slip off to every morning," I say teasingly accusing.

He gives me a sheepish look. "Yes, many of the hunters would get together to practice. I miss it."

"I'd be happy to join you," I say smiling.

"Shall we put the three sequences together?" He asks returning a smile.

I nod expectantly as I take the first position.

We work through the entire sequence of Vir Tanadhal, twice more before finishing our practice.

Tamlen leaves to spar once we get back to camp. It seems Wynne has gone to her tent to rest. I sit poking the fire with stick. I hate to say this but I'm bored. I realize I haven't been bored since before that terrible night a Highever. The thought makes me snicker (oh the irony), one of a handful of Wardens left in Ferelden, with darkspawn and Loghain after us, trying to put an army together and I'm bored.

I'm pulled from my musing by Zevran.

"Ready to go swimming, Elly?" He asks.

"Yes, just let me get my things," I answer standing. I go to my tent and grab a towel, my bathing items, and some clean clothes.

"Shall we?" He says smiling.

I nod falling into step with him.

"How tired are you from your practice earlier?" Zevran asks concerned.

I shake my head. "I feel fine, Zev. It's been an odd morning."

"So Tamlen said, but he didn't go into detail about it." Zevran admits.

I'm not ready to share yet as I'm still bewildered by the situation myself. "Well it seems my coordination is back," I say lightly.

We get to the pond and drop our items on the bank.

"No headache or residual soreness from yesterday?" he asks me.

I shake my head again. "Zev please, you are starting to sound like Wynne," I tease.

"Alright," he concedes, "shall we swim across and back."

I nod eagerly at him. "Breast stroke across back stroke on the way back," he instructs.

"Good, last one in is darkspawn food!" I tease pulling off my leggings racing toward the pond as I fling off my tunic letting it drop on the on the ground.

Zevran chuckles as he tries to strip down as fast as he can. But by the time he is in the water I am already breast stroking my way across the pond.

I get to the other side and turn over to back stroke the way back.

Once I return to the starting side, I stop and wait for Zevran to catch up.

"It seems your stamina has returned," He says, looking at me the same way Tamlen did earlier.

I stifle a giggle, but fail.

"What's funny?" He asks with a smirk.

"Tamlen had the same look on his face earlier," I say almost snorting, which pulls a chuckle from him.

"You are right, it is odd" he says thoughtfully. "So if you don't mind would you share what happened earlier today?"

I furrow my brow trying to decide where to start. "Well, I got up feeling good this morning. I thought maybe it was because I haven't had a headache in 2 days or because I'm not sore or because I didn't have blightmare last night."

Zevran nods for me to continue.

"When Tamlen and practiced this morning he noticed that my form was good and that the movements came naturally so he showed me a new sequence. I picked it up by only being shown once," I continue explaining.

Zevran is looking at me unconcealed curiosity. "And?" He prompts.

"Well then, Tamlen started doing a third sequence and I just knew it. I did it with him without being shown or coached. It was a bizarre feeling. It was almost intuitive as if I had done it many times before." I try to explain without sounding too weird.

"It is strange considering only yesterday you had to stop and rest on the other bank before returning," He says thoughtfully, "You seem as though you could do another lap over and back, but I don't want to push it."

"Do you think I will be cleared by my jail-healers," I correct as he grins, "to spar again."

"If Ox or Wynne says so, I don't see why not," he agrees.

By the time we get back to camp, I hope Wynne is awake but to my disappointment she is not. However, Ox is sitting by the fire drinking tea and reading a book.

"Ox?" I ask looking at the huge mage, "Can we talk?"

"Sure. What can I do for you?" He says shutting the book.

"I was wondering if I could be given the go ahead to spar." I say looking at him.

"Let's check you over and then I can tell you." Ox says looking at me curiously.

We walk to the outskirts of the camp. He runs a series of tests on me testing my coordination and reflexes, as well as asking about headaches and checking over my head physically and magically.

He is clinical in his manner. But when he's finished he sits on the ground and gestures for me to sit with him.

"I don't know how but you seem back to normal," He says surprised. I grin at him happily.

"However, I don't want you to overdo it. You can spar, lightly." He says.

I can't help but to let out happy laugh.

"No tumbling," he admonishes, "until we see if things stay this way."

I'm too happy to argue.