Work Text:
Liandrin Guirale had never believed she could be loved, much less saved. So when Lanfear opens the Waygate, she takes her chances. She follows her heart and mind and leaves, never expecting to find herself in another world.
She falls, of course, at the feet of a stranger, copper curls and deep eyes and a touch like home. Liandrin registers it all even as she feels her eyes water, the stranger drawing her up and away even as she hears someone collapse behind her, glancing back to see Lanfear on her knees, the other stranger who had been over her moves to collect her and Liandrin sends a prayer to the light, a thankful moment of peace.
Lanfear, she learns later, saves a woman’s life even as her own wounds are soothed by the strange woman who’s eyes speak of love and care. She sits quietly side by side with her stranger, the girl she had thought an angel. Triss Merigold. The name says a lot of the girl, she thinks, golden chances and sweet words.
Lanfear later introduces her to Tissaia DeVries, the woman whose home they are now in. The woman Lanfear saved. Magic and weaves work differently here but Lanfear’s power adapts. Liandrin doesn’t dare try until, at last, she must.
Her shield, thrown up to protect Triss, holds and she finds herself steadied by the way she feels. She had never been loved, not truly, but Triss has welcomed her home and to her bed, keeping her close and ever tender with her. It’s this power, this love, she draws on to shield her. Later, danger gone, she will choose to stay, call this place home.