Amarillis growled to herself as she wriggled around in bed, her arms crossed over her chest as she pouted. Her mother coming into the room every so often to check up on her. Aristide had bed riden her after she got hurt in the chantry, refusing to bring her along as he went back out to try and find more jobs to do. She climbed out of bed and looked over her bandages in the mirror, a small frown crossing her lips as she sighed heavily, her body jumping slightly as she spun around at the sound on the door screeching open.

"Ah, sister. You are up."

She smiled seeing her big brother and ran over to him, tossing her arms around his shoulders as she hugged him tightly.

"How is the wound?"

She looked down and gently poked at it, smiling more as it didn't hurt, nodding her head with great enthusiasm. Her brother laughed.

"I am glad you are healing quickly. Come, get dressed, Varric has invited us to the hanged man tonight and I wish you to meet our new company."

She stared in confusion as her brother gave her a package, her head tilting as she looked up at him.

"I know you do not like the style of clothing Mages normally wear, but I had this specially made for you, please wear it."

She frowned slightly but nodded, kissing her brothers cheek before he walked out and closed the door behind him. Amarillis looked at the package carefully for a moment, twisting it around in her hands before she opened it. A small gasp slipped past her lips as she picked up the crimson fabric, she stared at it wide eyed before putting it on. The back was completely open, long slits on the sides and shorts under neath for her use of the blades. She clapped her hands together as she smiled at herself in the mirror, putting the belt on so it sat slanted on her hips. She grabbed her favorite boots, matching in color perfectly as she slid them on and fastened the laces, the boots ending just below her knees, the gloves to the outfit did not match one another at all, one very long and coming up just above her elbow the other very short, ending just before her wrist. Both gloves hand no fingers, so her skin would still be in contact with the lyrium she had infused in the handles of her blades. She looked at the remains of the package, tilting her head some as she grabbed the bundle of, what she assumed to be, snow fox fur and opened the door to find her brother talking with their uncle. The conversation halted when Gamlen caught glance of her, his jaw dropping some as Aristide looked over and smiled.

"You look wonderful sister. Do you like it?"

She nodded quickly and ran over to him, hugging him tightly but held up the fur to him with a puzzled look. He chuckled softly.

"Here, it goes like this."

Aristide took the fur, taking a small clip that was hidden in the mound and clipping it to a small hook on her shoulder, as he did this he took a step behind her and she pulled her hair away for him, glancing over her shoulder as she heard another click of a hook and clip coming together. When her brother stepped back in front of her, she looked at the fur and smiled broadly as she ran her hands down the small but long material, her fingers running off the tip just above her waist band. She smiled more so at her brother as he passed her her blades.

"Can't have my sister walking around with out her toys, now can I?"

She giggled as she placed her blades on her hips, taking her brothers arm when he offered it to her and hugged it tightly as they waved good bye to their uncle. They walked in silence, Amarillis clung to her brothers arm as she skipped along beside him with a happy grin on her face as her eyes where pointed down watching the front fabric of her robe dance in front of her feet. Aristide chuckled softly, stopping just outside the hanged man.

"Hang on, let's pull your hair back."

She frowned and looked up at her brother, her brow quirked. He laughed.

"I meant in a braid, it looks much nicer pulled back, but not in that bun you like all the time."

Amarillis giggled softly as she spun around for her brother and gave him a hair tie, she always had some around her wrists. She waited patiently for him to finish tapping her feet together.

"There. All done."

She reached back and touched the braid, smiling as she pulled her long raven hair over her shoulder with the fox fur, grabbing her brothers arm again as he opened the door to the hanged man. When they entered the room, everything grew quiet as people looked over at the door, Amarillis holding tightly to her brother as she her cheeks turned a soft pink with embarrassment. She looked up at her brother, his eyes scanning the room before he made an "ah" type expression and took Amarillis by the hand and lead her over to a table.

"Hey Hawke! Nice to see you let your sister come out and get some fresh air."

Aristide laughed as he smacked the dwarfs shoulder.

"Oh hush it Varric, I had to make sure she was alright before I let her out. Besides, after what happened with Bethany..."

Amarilis looked up at her brother, his eyes lowering at the mention of their younger sister. He quickly shook his head and clapped his hands together.

"On that note! Who's drinking what? Next round is on me."

The table cheered as some laughed, Aristide pointing to a free chair next to Carver and motioned for Amarillis to sit as he ran over to the bar. Amarillis walked over, hugging her younger brother tightly before sitting down.

"You look wonderful sister. Glad to see you out of the house."

She smiled and nodded, glancing around the table at all the new faces.

"He's right Kitten, you do look great. Better so then the first day I met you if I may say so."

Amarillis giggled at Varric, he had begun to call her kitten because of the cat she had taken in, she never left the house with out it. Save for tonight.

"I take it Hawke wanted to introduce you to our new companions?"

She nodded, smiling softly as Varric got out of his seat and walked over to her before pointing around the table.

"Let's see here, over there is Merrill, I call her Daisy. We got her when we finished completing that task you got from the witch while you and your family where fleeing Ferelden."

Amarillis smiled and waved at the young elf.

"You already know Anders and Avalline."

Amarillis looked over at the blond mage and bowed her head slightly before giving a friendly smile to the red haired women, getting one herself in return.

"This over here is Isabela and Fenris."

Amarillis looked over at the two, she cheeks heating up slightly as she saw the male elf. She shook it off as she glanced over at the female, giving her a light smile.

"And that's everyone! Everyone, this is Hawkes twin sister Amarillis. Only reason she hasn't been with us thus is because she got a nasty scrape on her side and Hawke put her on house arrest."

Varric laughed as Amarillis shot him a look and stuck her tongue out at him, a soft smile appearing on her lips.

"So Amarillis."

She turned her head up to look at Isabella.

"Is it true you don't talk?"

Amarillis opened her mouth but stopped and looked away, picking at her glove as she felt nervous now.

"D'awe, poor kitten. Someone should try and help you loosen it up."

Amarillis frowned slightly and stood up, walking past Aristide as he came back with a bunch of drinks in hand. He set them down and watched as his sister went outside, lifting a brow as he looked at Isabella.

"What did you do?"

"Me? Why is it that when something goes wrong I'm the one people look at?"

Everyone at the table looked at her with their brows quirked, the women grinning slightly.

"Yea, ok ok."

Aristide shook his head slightly and grabbed one of the mugs he was carrying.

"Fenris, could you please go take this to my sister?"

Fenris looked up, his dark brow quirked slightly.

"Are you certain she is even out there?"

Aristide chuckled lightly.

"She'll be outside to your right, leaning up against the wall. Most likely fiddling with her hair."

Aristide pushed the mug to Fenris whom sighed as he stood, taking the mug with him as he made his way out the doors while everyone else started talking again.

As Fenris took a step out into the cool night air, he closed his eyes to enjoy it a moment before looking to his left then to his right. Shockingly enough, his eyes fell on Amarillis, her eyes pointed to the ground as her hands fiddled mindlessly at the end of her braided hair. He coughed to get her attention, her eyes lifting slowly as he held out his hand with the mug in it.

"Your brother wished me to give this to you."

Amarillis looked at the mug and shook her head, turning her gaze away as she folded her arms across her chest. Fenris sighed slightly and lowered his hand, staring at the women for a little while before taking a step to go back inside. He froze when he heard the soft noise of a woman's stifle to keep down a sob, his deep green eyes turning over to the women. He stared at her a moment before noticing her shoulders where trembling. He sighed softly and set the mug down on a crate just to the side and stood next to her, leaning up against the wall with her. He glanced at her every now and then to see if she had calmed, eventually placing his hand on her shoulder as he looked out to the street. Eventually she stopped shaking, her head turning up as she wiped away traces of her tears.

"I still see it you know..."

Fenris blinked and looked at her, his eyes slightly wide.

"See what?"

Amarillis looked up at him, her unnatural blue orbs staring into him.

"Bethany. The ogre." Her eyes trailed away as she took in a deep breath.

Fenris stared wide eyed at the women, her voice was course from not being used, but the sound was like angels bells dancing across the oceans waters to him. He kept his hand on her shoulder.

"It's my fault."

She whispered as she looked down, Fenris turning his gaze to her.

"I should have been faster, stronger..."

Fenris gripped her shoulder as he grabbed her other, turning her to face him and meeting her gaze.

"Why? Because someone tells you it's your fault? You can not possibly be blamed for something out of your control."

She stared up at the elf, her lips pressing into a frown.

"Tell that to my family. I took the blame... So Carver would stop cursing Aristide. He always get's the blame, because he's a mage, and no one knows..."

Amarillis' eyes went wide as she stopped talking, her secret almost slipping. Her gaze lifted to Fenris', why did she almost tell him? Why was it so easy to talk to him? She shook her head and slipped from his grip, confusion played across his face. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted as a loud voice sounded from behind him.

"Everything alright you two? We're waiting for you to come back in."

Amarillis nodded to her brother as he came out, walking past them both and inside quickly. Aristide watched in confusion before he glanced back at Fenris.

"What happened?"

"You told us she was mute?"

Aristide nodded some.

"To a degree, I know she will start speaking again, she just needs time. Why?"

"Is it normal for her to speak to people she just meets?"

Aristide's eyes grew wide as he glanced back inside before shutting the door, his arms crossing over his chest as he looked at Fenris.

"What did she say?"

Fenris shook his head as he paced back and forth slightly, recapping what Amarillis said to Aristide. The human listening intently to the elf as he looked down and shut his eyes shaking his head.

"Carver is going to hate her..."

"But why? Is she not without magic?"

Aristide sighed heavily and let his hands fall to his sides, staring at Fenris.

"Listen Fenris, and listen good. I have kept my sisters secret ever since father and I found out. No one else knows. She IS magic born."

Fenris's eyes grew wide as he stared at Aristide, another heavy sigh slipping past his lips.

"No one can know Fenris, but from what you told me, she almost told you."

Fenris had so many questions running threw his head.

"But... Why does she not use her magic?"

Aristide ran a hand threw his hair as he stared at Fenris, his gaze softening.

"Think about why you hate magic, amplify it by ten... That is why she does not use her magic."

Fenris stared after Aristide as he walked back inside, stunned at this new bit of news. After a moment, he shook his head and went back inside, approaching the table and watching as Aristide and his sister where dancing on the table just for fun as music had started to play. Everyone in the bar clapping their hands to the beat and laughing as Aristide tripped a couple of times. By the end of the night, it was just the twins with Fenris, Anders and Varric. They had started a game of wicked grace and Amarillis was cleaning them of house and home.

"Anderastes dimpled butt cheeks!"

Amarillis giggled as Varric tossed his cards on the table.

"I don't know how she does it! Hawke, how in Andraste's name does she do it?"

Aristide laughed as he threw his cards down as well.

"You got me Varric, my sister has impeccable luck it seems."

He smiled as his sister as she put the money she won in her pouch before standing up.

"Well, I do think that's a night for us my good men, we'll see you tomorrow when we head for the deep roads?"

Varric laughed as he nodded.

"You know it. I'll make sure blondie and broody here are there in case you want to bring one of them."

Amarillis laughed as Varric got a death glare from both men, sinking into his chair as Aristide took her hand and leaned her out. Fenris couldn't help but watch after them as he stared at Amarillis's back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched them disappear.