lost & found

Lana had become terrifyingly good at hiding her worry for her family. But the increasing delays in hearing any sort of word from Anders was beginning to crack the facade. While she trusted him to be able to go off and do what he needed to do, who he was presented some issues with that. And no contact for this long? It weighed on her mind more than even Ragnar's absence had. At least she'd known where he'd found himself stuck for the duration. But this was worse. She didn't know where her brother was and it had been longer than Ragnar's absence. And entirely too many people wished him dead.

While at first she couldn't justify leaving Ferelden, she had taken Garuda out more to see if he might just maybe turn up locally. Unfortunately, she would not be so lucky. At least not until the letter arrived from a strange raven.

Words barely processed and Lana was out of the rookery and to the aerie of the griffons. Garuda, Fred. Their names called in swift succession, followed by a sharp whistle. Despite who'd bonded with any one griffon as a rider, Lana still held sway over all. Viewed by the beasts as a mother figure, they'd likely follow her unto the ends of the world had she called for it.

In this case, it was merely to the Free Marches. Despite knowing the availability of the Eluvian network, Lana still did not wholly trust it. Without knowing who or what controlled the other mirrors, she refused to trust where she would end up. No, she rather preferred her own wings or that of the griffons to carry her.

Once in the Marches, she'd allow Fred to take the lead. Knowing full well the griffon would more easily find her rider than Lana ever could.