As Garreth neared, Lauralana allowed one of her few genuine smiles to lift the corner of her lips. Her head tilting to one side, as she studied the young human. He would be considered nothing but a baby in her culture, surely he had not seen even a mere thirty summers, if that much. Not even old enough to be moving from his mother's flet.<br/><br/>"He had enough of a head on him to go against all of his fathers advisors and seek out my help. Ensure he is on our barge." She speaks this last after she relates the plan of action to the dwarf, one brow lifting lightly as she too mounts her own proud steed of purest white. She felt it was fitting, symbolic of her fight against the shadows.<br/><br/>Once everything was packed and made ready, Lauralana road ahead, Ana riding behind her with her arms clutched tightly around her mistress's waist. Occasionally she barked orders, but mostly she simply lead the procession.