Athelya tilted her head slightly as Sparrow mentioned the Elder One, tossing the bone over her shoulder as it burst into mage fire. Consuming the bone to ash, with a slight flare. Her eyes shimmering a slight green as she did so. By her reckoning this man was in his early twenties. Putting him as a young child when the Veil had been torn into the sky. "You were but a child then, if my guess of your age is accurate." She noted with a certain hardness in her voice. The entire ordeal was something of a rough spot to the elf, but with reason. It had been her family that had fought and still fought over the future of the world. Corypheus had merely been the lesser of the problem. A herald to a large threat. The threat that had unleashed the Elder One, though Athelya would give Fen'Harel credit for sticking about to see his own mess dealt with. But it didn't mean she didn't feel the sorrow or the hurt of the lack of her father. Uncles just were not the same when you watched other families gathered and happy at a market or during festivals.

A creased brow frowned as she watched the fire pop and sparks fly high in the air. "Corypheus was a problem and he was dealt with. But he was merely one among many that all of Thedas faced. The mages and templars. The Dread Wolf. Tevinter, Olais and the Divine's death." The pale head shook back and forth sadly. "It was before my time, but all that had happened is not over quite yet. The first storm passed, but now a second gathers." Her voice was filled with sorrow as she felt the flicker of magic ripple from the eluvian far off in the ruins. Someone had come through, but it could anyone from what Athelya could pick up. A mere courier looking for her, to Fen'Harel himself. Neither of which concerned the elvhen maid. Watching the human she cocked a arrogant brow, with a slightly amused smile. He was a interesting fellow some might even call handsome in some way. But she had little interest for the looks of someone, a quick mind was more to her tastes. Her thoughts dipped down to sorrow once more. For even if she did find this human interesting she was bound by her duty to produce an elvhen heir. It was something Kieran and her had argued about over the last two years. Athelya had dug in her heels and coldly informed her eldest friend that a heir would have to be elvhen, else all she worked for would be undermined by the race of humans. It's not something she looked forward to, but the thought was the in her mind as she moved towards the future she strove for.

"I do have to disagree however." Athelya stated firmly as Sparrow brought up spirits and demons. Her smile turning slightly wicked as she chuckled more to herself than to her companion. "Compassion, love, strength, courage, knowledge, wisdom." She gestured to Sparrow, as a stream of magic flickered from her hand to the fire. A illusion taking form aided by the flames. "They are friends of mine. Demons are what mages force them to become by pulling them through a hole that is too small, or against their will. Forcing a guise upon them of something they are not." Her eyes were sorrowful as an image of a person being dragged through a small hole appeared. Once on the otherside they were mangled as their bones had twisted to fit though the hole. "They cannot help it, and yet mages and humans blame them for it. My own kin as well. The strain that it puts upon them make them- the spirits, I mean- forget themselves in the pain." The image dissolved into flames again as the woman sat back, gazing at Sparrow.