Sanura recovered fairly quickly considering how drugged she had been. Her blurry vision and over-exaggerated perceptions were tamer upon waking. She could still see the dream in her mind's eye as she puller herself to her feet. They'd rested her in a comfortable bed, looking outside through the bedroom window she saw that it was night. The darkness was a comfort to her as she moved to the door and made her way toward the front of the house.<br/><br/>Murmurs greeted her ears as she stood near the entrance, but not in sight of it. They wondered what she'd seen, what she knew, and quite frankly so did she. Sanura sunt to the ground, resting on her heels as she ran a finger through the sand which had been tracked inside near the open entrance. Her finger traced curving lines, eventually a face. She considered it for some time.<em>Guidance, I ask for, and the Goddess shows me this? He must be important, but why I do not know. I will find this man.'</em>She dragged her fingers through the image, making deep lines and unsettling the image and making it just a slightly disturbed gathering of sand.<br/><br/>She stood, using the wall for some balance as she was still a little woozy. Even that side effect was fading quickly. Her white attire was traditional, as was the ornamentation of it. Her sandalled feet moved quietly through the open entrance and into the night, where a gathering of the rebels fell silent. They all looked to her as they had looked to their leader who was now so old. "I must go." She said plainly, reading the concern, awe, dismay, and fear in their respective faces. There were many of them, but all held the same sort of looks. "I must go and find another man, the Goddess revealed him to me. He will be in the city."<br/><br/>They knew she meant the large city nearby and more murmuring ensued as she began to walk past them. "It is not wise." She heard some say, "We'll send another." Others agreed. She shook her head and silenced them speaking clearly, "It must be I who goes. The enemy is upon us; we may take no risks. I will go and find this man," she said, the image of him clear in her mind, "And... I will need coin." She added, an afterthought. He did not seem the type to be persuaded by words.<br/><br/>There was more argument but no one could stop her from leaving once she'd made up her mind, and they knew this. Eventually her rebels brought her what coin they could, and it was a good amount. They would have been heavy to carry if not for the tricks of her breed as she slid them into a pouch blessed by ritual. It carried more than it should have been physically capable of. "Well... Then I am off. The Goddess will watch over us, keep faith in your hearts." She touched the chin of one man, the chest of another. "Look for me in the coming nights, and do not tarry here. It is not safe." She cast her eyes toward where the latest siege had been. They nodded. "Bast blesses her children, my loves. Go south, find respite in our settlements there." They nodded again, "Protect the weak and the elderly."<br/><br/>She didn't wait to see their last agreement to her orders, but changed into commoner's garb at the protest of the more proud among this gathering. With a light chuckle she shifted into her feline form. Her progress would be much quicker. The clothing would disguise her from the attackers, make her seem less important. Which indeed a commoner was less important than a priestess, especially a priestess of Bast given the circumstances. The Shifting breed would not be conquered by foreigners and had been the strongest part of the resistance as yet. Their gifts, their forms, their strength and mysticism all made them very important in this.<br/><br/>The sand was like home to the desert cat as she trod gently over it and slipped through the night. Sleep could wait, she still wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but a small hunt was definitely in order. Her stomach rumbled as she moved and she began to take in the scent of things, some small creature would make her meal that night as she traveled to the city.