<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/kre0u6L.png)</div><strong>Cynthia Patricia Athamastus</strong><br/><br/>Cynthia felt the warmth of the touch from the one she calls her sifu, and master from the tattoo on her side underneath her clothes.  She listened carefully to what he had said to her, knowing that she was coming here to prepare a new age for Creation and that this place, this island of hidden refuge will bring such goals to fruition, and to be a stepping stone for her own ambitions and dreams as well.  If she was to become anything like her previous owner of her Exaltation, she had alot of work to be done to do so.<br/><br/>She gave a small, "Understood, master," whispered in response to what was said to her by her master before looking up to the other man that was in front of her.  She was aboard a vessel that was not her own, but she had proven capable of work aboard the ship that she had respect between the both of them.<br/><br/>She looked up to the Prophet as he asked the question and replied in a voice that was confident, but had a hint of alluring honey to her soprano voice, "To be honest, it could very well be a mixture of both.  However, the fact that this happens as we arrive to our destination does send the message that this is more than a mere coincidence.  I'd suggest that we be on our guard and be wary for more traps and tricks.  I have a feeling that those that oppose know we are here."<br/>