Akara listened to both Aryia and Angela speak with great attention her face passive showing nothing of the thoughts flickering behind her dark eyes. Weather need at the last battle or not is still annoyed her a great deal that she didn't know that others needed her here. No the knowledge would not have changed anything Akara still would have been in the battle doing what was required of her but she didn't like secrets nor the feeling that things were being kept from her.<br/><br/>The description of Mistpeak sounded something quiet like a paradise rich and beautiful unspoiled, in many ways reminded her of the vast deserts she loved so much for just that reason. She was impressed that they lived an entire culture striving to keep a place so unsullied. there was a purity to that Akara found herself envying. So few put value on such a thing it was a bit awe inspiring to realize an entire culture put great value in the practice.<br/><br/>The flow of the description changed to a more sexual nature and Akara felt her discomfort rise. Her people were much like main stream Albion in it's sexual culture out side of the fringe harem life style of course but even that wasn't the issue that discomforted Akara. She was celibate. Save for a single lover in her youth, a clumsy ill-fated attempt at love making that had been painful and uncomfortable Akara had never found much use for the practice. If nothing else the threat of disease or pregnancy would have driven her from indulging if lack of pleasure had not already done so. Akara knew she was odd in her disinterest and was not so naive as to not have learned the kind of pleasure sex could bring she'd just avoided it. her life had been about blood and battle not bedding. She scares had time to think of such things till now.<br/><br/>Even with her discomfort Angela spoke with an eloquence and love that showed how purely she thought of it, how natural it was for her in her thinking even if talking about it with a stranger was uncomfortable.<br/><br/>The only break in Akara's sonic gaze was a quick blink of surprise when Angela mentioned wanting to be her lover. It was quiet a thing for she knew of only the harem woman who practiced in the art of sex with their own gender and those woman were not the type Akara had ever been in contact with. The idea played in Akara's mind for far too long and her gaze flicked over the pretty girl with hair like spun sunshine and eyes as blue as the sky. Part of her wanted to toss the idea from her mind out right but curiosity lingered far longer then she would have suspected.<br/><br/>When Aryia started speaking again she relaxed a bit visibly. Aryia was a friend one who she'd battled with and in her culture it built a form of trust that few outside it could understand. Ayria cut through a great deal of Akara's discomfort and put into perspective the weight of her judgement. For some that weight might have been crippling, a thing to make them crumble to their knees but for Akara it put her on even footing. They weren't asking for personal favors but for a judgement that would ripple out and effect many, Akara was used to such things and as always was honor bound to do what was best for not only herself but her people and in this case Aryia's as well.<br/><br/>Angela's final speech was beautiful and Akara let herself smile. The people of Mistpeak were people of art and beauty in a way Akara doubted she would never understand though she appreciated them for they reminded her what in life was worth all the death she surrounded herself with.<br/><br/>The flute presented with a flourish was beautiful and for a moment Akara was afraid to even touch it least she break such a fragile thing. She bowed her head to the witches before her clearing her throat before speaking, "You all honor and humble me. While our culture are vastly different it is both our desires to be understood and accepted as we are. We would no more want to see change brought o Mistpeak more then we would want change brought forcibly to our own shores. And while I doubt we will ever fully understand the intricacies of each of our separate cultures we should strive for that understand for only then can we live in harmony with one another." She said speaking for her people as their representative of Aurora as was her place. gentle hands took the flute a fingertip caressing the smooth cool length of it in near wonderment before she lifted her gaze once more to both Aryia and Angela.<br/><br/>"What you ask of me personally is harder. I don't wish to deny you what you need or what is so vital in your life nor essential in your culture. I wouldn't dream of asking you to change your entire lifestyle to fit my own, not when you've already gifted me so much already but as I've said our cultures are vastly different and beyond that my personal experience in such matter is rather lacking." She said a wry self mocking smile crossing her lips.<br/><br/>"I can honestly say I have no idea of the nature of your needs I would rather experience any more then I can say what sort of bow I'd rather use." She said referencing to the fact that she'd never so much as used a bow in her life. "Though I will not ask you to refrain for my sake." She said calmly shifting on the balls of her feet so the silk around her rippled like water caressing her body. "Since you know best what you want and need," Akara said speaking directly to Angela, "I will accept whatever it is you wish to indulge in within reason. I don't wish to be distracted by unwanted sensations in the middle of battle when focus is the difference between life or death but during idle times, you may do as you please. As for what you and Aria desire...orally" she said stumbling over the word, "I'll will try it but I can't yet say if such a thing will continue since inexperience leads me to being hesitant in promising any absolutes in that regard." She lifted a hand pinching the bridge of her nose, it was the only sign of the stress this conversation put on her besides the tense way she held her body hidden mostly by the fall of her clothing.<br/><br/>She'd known that she would share sensations with Angela when she put on the armor but it was war, people were dying and she did what she had to do to save lives that other wise might have been lost with little concern for anything else let alone what the cost would be. She found the idea of sharing sensations a bit distressing, is was a lack of control that scared Akara who was always in complete control but after hearing the description of the way their life is she could no more tell the girl no then she could tell a young boy in her own city not to learn to fight, it was that ingrained in them and Akara had no right to demand she change, in truth she wouldn't want her to she just idly wished she'd had considered everything before altering both their lives to much.<br/><br/>"Though I'm sure this...relationship with take time for us each to adjust to I'm sure a harmony can be achieved between not only the two of us but both our great lands. We will set an example for other Laraley and Larahan pairs for we are symbiotic now both needing each other, and neither should suffer for the bond unduly." She said with a smile forcing herself to relax. With a wave of her hand she summoned Adam forward. He lead the speckled white stallion and a more slender grey mare who'd arrived while the group had talked.<br/><br/>"A gift from Aurora to Mistpeak, for without the great witches of the mountain we would not be hear today. And while others may call you different or crude" Akara said a flicker of an amused smile curving her lips as she used their own description, "Those of my land, my people and myself will now and forever call you friend." She said stepping back to present the fine breeding pair that was from her own horses bloodline known for being fast and hearty, agile and nimble, spirited and loyal. In Aurora a horse was life for it could save you when little else could, they were of higher value then homes or even great gems. It was a great gift to a people she greatly respected.