<div align="center"><strong>Akara</strong></div><br/>Wind whipped through Akara's hair as she sat astride the tall beast of a horse she'd taken to using after the death of her last horse in a battle long ago. The temperamental creature pawed the earth as she dug in her heals and took the horse into the court yard of the castle. It had been a long time since she'd been here. She'd spent long months fighting the last of the hordes that had taken refuge in the vast desert of her home. Now they were rebuilding and she'd come back to the capital drawn by the conflict brewing between the king and the people of Mistpeak.<br/><br/>The armor she'd taken on a Diamond Larahan covered her skin as comfortable as being in her own clothing. She'd taken the added strength when she needed it though was still torn over the idea of using it to excess. The arguments for both sides were powerful but she was of a mind that too much could be dangerous.<br/><br/>Coming into the court yard Akara laid eyes on the witch that had made all of this possible Aryia. With a gentle smile of familiarity stole over Akara's face and she pulled the reins of the horse stopping him. He tossed his head snorting and Akara rolled her eyes the beasts temper was as quick to ignitable as her own was of late.<br/><br/>She slipped from the back of the large animal with a flurry of loose silk scarves swirling around her lithe body in bright eye catching colors revealing to the careful eye the unique armor beneath. "I didn't think to see you here though I guess i should have guessed." She said crossing the court yard in her smooth natural grace, her dark hair catching the light flaring with blue highlights as it rippled around her.<br/><br/>The year of fighting had changed her, no trace of innocent youth clung to her, her body was toned and lithe, long lines that showed little weakness though a few scars could be seen. New tattoos marked her skin along both arms glowing blue and under her clothes her shoulders blade were marked with symbols of power. "It's good to see a friendly face." She said drawing close to the group her hand naturally falling on the hilt of her sword though there was no air of threat to the gesture just a easy comfort with carrying the blade.<br/><br/>"I'm glade to see you though I wish the circumstances were different." her gaze flicked to the castle lingering there. She no longer blindly followed a king who'd once saved her home now she thought for herself and she couldn't agree with the course the king had set them on, "I assume your in disagreement with the king once more?" She inquired a raised eye brow accompanying the question.