Hours left alone to tend to the upheaval of her people her family served Akara well. The temple priests and several of the more wealthy family opened their hopes to the refugees. Akara had her home opened to the hero's and the children who looked lost and alone.<br/><br/>Her worriers loyal and true help people find where they needed to go till everyone had a play to sleep for a time till something more perminate could be set up. A quick word with her warriors told her of their own troubles that made her worry slightly but compared to the rest of her concerns they were of no consequence.<br/><br/>Mothers and children went to work cooking and prepared to show the mainlanders the splendor of their desert home. Pride shown in their eyes as they welcomed everyone. Priests moved among the crowd passing out tea to settle the stomachs of those who'd suffered the seas illness. In the hours before the meeting things settled as much as could be expected till it felt almost like normal save for the amount of people and the edginess of her warriors. They worried far too much.<br/><br/>After her duties were met and no one else had immediate need of her Akara slipped away. The sand beckoned her and she awnsered its call. She escaped the city walls for a moment letting her hair free she let the arid wind push against her body battering her and she smiled savoring it. She dropped to knees in the sand and turned her face up to the sun savoring the tastes, smells, and sounds of her home, basking in the familiar comfort of it all.<br/><br/>The slow heat eased the knot of worry that had settled into the pit of her stomach when she'd turned from the battle. She should have known her peace wouldn't last long. A shadow fall on her and she opened her eyes to look up at her Her first mentor the man who'd given her, her first blade and now helped run the city and her warriors when she was away. He also happened to be Evain's father. "Where is she?" He asked his words gruff a knowing look on his harsh face.<br/><br/>Akara was tempted to look away to hide from the guilt she felt heavy on her slim shoulders but she didn't, she looked him strait in the eyes as she awnsered "Dead, she fell fighting, an enemy under her blade." She said rising to her feet. "We'll honor her, the warriors and myself in the timeless sands later when our attention is undivided." She said and the fierce man looking suddenly older nodded. "Your king waits." He said indicating the city gates. "Our king" Akara replied on autopilot. "Your their hero, their leader Akara. Remember that." He said a seriousness in his voicethat drew her attention before he pushed her towards the gate before turning and heading into the open sands that seemed to swallow him whole.<br/><br/>With a sigh Akara stopped at her home quickly and changed clothes into something less mainlanderish. She chose flowy pants with slits up the side and a small top that just covered her chest but left her stomach bare, a sheer blue cloth was draped over her frame to protect from the sun and to distinguish herself among her people, bright colors high rank. She felt at home in the light clothing that floated around her as she moved. Leaving her hair down she mingled with her people for a few moments before going to the town center to meet with her king and the other heroes her hand resting easily on her blade at home and completely comfortable for the first time since leaving.