<em>What?  What do you mean?  Draque wont be with us?  Why?</em><br/><br/>A feeling of disorientation, so close to actual dizziness as to be indistinguishable washed over Fern as she finds herself elsewhere.  She knew not where, though it certainly was not where she had been.  The sight of Miaren next to her bringing a modicum of momentary comfort.<br/><br/>Street instincts taking over, she casts her eyes about devouring all in sight.  Every nuance, every barrier, every possible access to somewhere, not here, sprinted through her mind.  Quick evaluations of possible useful items grabbed then discarded without ever leaving the balls of her feet, now resting upon foreign ground.<br/><br/>The men gathered near, useless.  Disregard.<br/><br/>The heated gaze from their supposed benefactor glazing over her skin brought prickles of heat, fear and shame rushing to the surface, pinking her skin as much as several hours in a noon day sun.<br/><br/>"I kinda like my imperfections, if its all the same to you."  Fern's voice cracks as its seemingly forced between parched lips.  "Really.  I'd just rather..... "  her voice trails off into a nothing whisper.