Alia Atreides still felt off balance, and confused. She woke up and then everything happened so fast... it was strange and disorienting. The wound on her heart from the loss her her brother was still fresh on her heart, and this wakening made her long for her love, Duncan, more than she could imagine was possible.

Some how, I don't think I'm in Arakeen anymore...

As stepped through the door, accepting her new, strange items, and fallowing the other. Despite her inner confusion her face was a flawless picture of calm and serenity, the eyes that marked her as a fremen, blue with in blue, scanned the other around her from behind lowered lids.

There was confusion, a slight, but relatively handsome man near her was talking about ships and 'sy-lawns', whatever that was. Surely there was no where in the known universe where she would not be known, she was St Alia of the Knife! The emperor regent, ruler of the whole universe...
Then someone in the crowd caught her eye, not even a someone but the flash of spice eyes... but... who's?

Alia strained to look deeper at the people around her, but found herself overwhelmed by the mass of unknown faces.
But then, she could have been wrong.