"It is elven. I know it. It is impossibly old, there is the way it feels upon your skin, to walk there...it can be nothing else than that. Spend enough time in such places or to hold things in your hand and you know it to be true. If they were sealed away by one, if there is a truth to it, imagine what they were capable of once." That's the thing about Flemeth's tales; even the parts that have become tangled up and twisted back upon themselves have all started out from a central place that was true once upon a time.

If they have a need, it would be the work of a moment to duck in somewhere and take flight to a spot elsewhere but she's still not entirely happy enough to leave Kieran far away as she was in Skyhold. Not until he's as safe as she can keep him. "Locked or where they lead to is unknown. There is a story of an elven clan who had two young hunters encounter one once, deep in the Brecilian forest. Neither fared well from it." She would say to go ask Merrill but Merrill is gone and that might have been the first sign of the misfortune to come, the doom of Merrill's clan in a shattered mirror that spilled poison into two struck down before their time.

"I know that, Ellana, and I thank you. The road ahead is long for us all." Even she cannot see what lies ahead.