The elvhen maid smiled at the human 'sparrow', though there was a twinge of remorse to it. "I do believe the Dread Wolf or Abelas would take issue with being referred to as 'shit'." She noted with a dry chuckle, amused at the thought of those ancient elves being called such to their faces. Her teacher, Solas, would be furious and scornful towards the offender. While Abelas... Athelya paused in mid-step as she considered that. For as much as she worked with the ancient defender of Mythal's temple- former defender, she corrected herself-, Abelas was a tough man to read. Even more than the Dread Wolf himself. Most likely Sparrow would be sprouting a few arrows at the least.

Stroking the orb at her hip, the woman wandered through the forest with long strides and the grace that belied her ancient blood. "There would be no point in butchering you, it would reflect badly on the future I am trying to create." She noted with a frown as the birds chirped and fluttered about high ahead in the green canopy. Their songs were so plain, yet they echoed the songs that were spun my minstrels and bards and the ancient music that swam through the fade. Beautiful melodies that made her weep to hear them and scream in rage at their call to battle. Inspiration and passion ran rampant in the Fade and the realm of mages and elves was a place of beauty as evident of the Crossroads. 

Giving Sparrow a speculative look, the elvhen maid considered what exactly he knew of the going ons in the world. The war so many years ago that had resulted in her conception and birth. The green magic flickered about her hand as she felt the orb stir. Power slipping through her fingers to caress the Veil like a lover. "What do you know of the war that form the Inquisition? Of Fen'Harel and the elvhen movement that has been growing over the past two decades or so." Athelya noted with raised brow at Sparrow, her lips quirked in an amused expression. Looking ever so much like her mother, when she was feeling ahead of something. "Of elvhen culture and our 'supposed' gods?" Her voice was filled with sarcasm as she mentioned the false Gods that had been mere elves. "The Evanuris." The word was a scorned curse.