"Find her. See that she is well and return to us. The patre will speak to her of her situation when she rises."

"Of course," there was a small pause, "Thank you, patre."

A soft gust of wind and then the scent of warm morning dew. I was warm. I felt safe and comfortable, no worry had invaded my mind as my eyes were shielded from the sun's rays peeking through the tree leaves. I felt something press against my forehead and a soft pat on my shoulder. The touch was warm, checking, like that of a companion or guardian.

"I don't know what we are going to do, patre," a voice unsure and tired with a soft rasp. There was a soft sigh before it continued, "One of our own captured by the humans. They would know of our existence. They would know that we've been hiding from them for centuries. This could cause us our livelihoods. Our People's safety. Why did she have to such a fool?"

I know that voice. I know this scent of home. But, I can't be home. There were studies and questions, and then I fell asleep. I was so tired. I just needed rest. This voice. My...my am-

"What will we do, patre? I-I can't lose her, but the people will be found out if we take her from the humans."

I finally found the strength to open my eyes. Everything ached. I could not move, my body sore from all the examinations, probing and poking. I couldn't think too much. My mind so blurry and exhausted. My heart. It ached to be home, to return to my people, my family, my amec. But I knew deep down I was not truly here. I was not home. I cannot be home.

I was dreaming of home.

I felt my amec grip my hand gently, "What can I do, patre?"

Finally there was a the deep baritone of the wisest man I knew. His voice alone helped calm the thoughts that stormed in my mind. Even my amec's grip seemed to relax, "Be still, ankan, she will find her way back to us. Only then will we know what our path entails." I could here the patre moving around. My eyes barely open to see him towering over my amec placing, a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Return to yourself. I will speak to her."

He nodded and after another small squeeze to my hand left with a gust of wind. Another waft of warming morning dew.

"You are a brave one, mie ankan. You fought for that poor boy and sacrificed your own freedom to let him go free. He and his parents are very grateful, ankan." The patre spoke his voice humble and wise as I opened my eyes more, pushing myself to sit up and look at him.

My own throat was rough and it hurt to speak, "Patre, he is right…" I paused to rub at my throat, "I have put our people in danger."

"Hush, ankan, you put no one in danger. We are safe where we are. What you do is help the people who are in danger of sky's wrath."

I paused. He knew I was with the Inquisition. Of course he would know. I looked down in shame. He bent down to place a reassuring hand on my head, gently on my crest.

"You are making your own path, ankan. Do not be afraid of it. Do what you feel is right." he advised. I looked up at him his expression strong, but wise. He held so much experience in those eyes. Sometimes he could calm you with a warm smile. He was the patre, the eldest of our kind. We trust in him as he trusts in us all to keep our own alive and thriving.

His confidence in me made me smile, "I will do what I can, patre. For our people and for them." I bowed my head in respect, but the patre leaned down pressing his forehead to mine and smiled.

"Return to yourself, young one. I hope that we will speak again soon and remember you make your own path...no one else's."

The harpy began to gain her consciousness. She heard the trotting of the horses' hooves, then it was the Iron Bull's hearty laughter. She opened her eyes once more, finding herself in the cage. They were making their way back to Skyhold. Back to their home, but to her it was not home. Not really. She peaked through the bars of the cage noticing the Vivienne, pristine and flawless as she traveled at the front of the group. The Iron Bull bringing up the back with his mercenary band. He seemed to notice her poke her head up, because he soon called out to her.

"Pretty bird! You have been sleeping for a while, we're already almost home. What did they do to you?" he chuckled bringing his horse closer to her cage. As he drew closer his voice lowered, "Did they hurt you?" his expression serious and single eye staring deep into hers.

She looked down at herself. Checking her being. Nothing felt broken, she was tired and a bit cramped in the cage but she felt otherwise fine. She a claw on her right hand was cut shorter, and a few flight feathers on her left wing was missing, "I am not in pain, Friend bull. Thank you." she announced softly.

"Good, because I would rather not deal with Solas and his fade magic if you did get hurt." he commented more light heartedly.

They arrived at Skyhold the next morning. The sun was just peaking over the mountain range that hid the fortress. Madam Vivienne left once she had dismounted her horse. The Chargers had helped guide the horses back to the stable before leaving to the tavern. The Iron Bull stayed with the harpy, who remained compliant as they moved her to her cage. They waited for Solas to appear to help guide her, but it was Dorian who came instead.

"Where is he?" the Iron Bull asked her question.

"He is currently meeting with our dear Inquisitor. I was summoned to help you, my dear." Dorian smiled turning to the harpy. She returned the smile and obediently followed him out of the of caged wagon and into small area. She happily stretched her wings and flew up onto the tree. She spent most of the day there basking in the sun's warmth and thinking of what the patre had told her.

"Falon!" she heard Solas call out. Her thoughts were pushed away as she swooped down from the tree to meet his friendly embrace. Butting heads in greeting and smiling. He seemed relieved. "Tell me everything, falon."