<div align="center">Akara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3893069#msg3893069)</div><br/>The bit of information on the flute was met with a look of interest. A useful tool indeed. She glanced down the the flute once again sparkling in the sun light. It really was vastly pretty. Stroking the smooth surface once more she tucked it into a pocket woven within the layers of her silk costume. She could feel the weight of it against her skin, it would serve as a reminder of Angela and her needs.<br/><br/>Akara nodded her understanding as the two were quick to tell her how much her own restraint clashed with their way of life. She could almost feel the shifting of sands beneath her feet, the way they did just before a big sand storm that would alter the entire landscape. That was what this felt like, like her how world was changing around her and she had no point of reference to keep her eyes on.<br/><br/>The amount of time they wanted wasn't so great that it should of scared a warrior such as Akara but she did find herself a touch scared. They were asking something of her she wasn't comfortable with but she wasn't an innocent nor a virgin. And while she would have preferred to avoid the practice for the rest of her life she would take this hurtle like anything else. She nodded sharply "An hour glass a night then we can figure out in detail what will be acceptable in the future."<br/><br/>The gift was well received which of course was good. they were fine animals though she smirked when they said they'd let them roam free tempted to shake her head. Some of the best animals in her stables and they were to run wild and free untamed. She was sure they'd be happy but she couldn't help the moment of feeling it was a waste such fine animals put out to pasture, never to be challenged again.<br/><br/>They were smile and then they were touching her. Akara fought against the urge to flinch away. She wasn't adverse to being touched though admittedly it was mostly while in mock fights other touched her rather in a nature Akara was far too aware of as being sexual. When they let go she couldn't help the soft sigh of relief, this was going to be harder then she cared to admit. "Thank you, I'll be sure to study it carefully." Akara said with a light incline of her head handing it to Adam who'd watched the last exchange with a great deal of humor. Who would have thought the great flower of the desert could be so flustered by something so mundane.<br/><br/>The privacy of the moment was disrupted by a voice that caused a flicker of ill humor to cross Adam's face and made Akara go stiff her eyes narrow dangerously. She turned listening to Aryia heated words. News of the kings illness was a bit of a shock to the girl.<br/><br/>"It seems you've been quiet busy Logan. While I've been saving Albion you've once more been trying to rule it." She said dryly "But alas that's come to an end." She said with complete ease, her confidence was unmatched. "Come Aryia, Angela. I've come to see the king not his usurper of a brother and if he's health is really in such a fragile state it seems you two would be needed." Akara said lifted her chin her stance shifting just a bit as did her grip on the hilt of her sword showing she would use it if needed. There was a daring look in her eyes that practically begged Logan to do something stupid like try to keep her from seeing her king.