<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong>PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rome<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She hadn't missed the snicker when she squeaked, but she wasn't upset by it either. If she'd startled someone the way he'd startled her, she'd have been amused as well and she wasn't one to get angry simply because she was embarrassed. Though she truly hoped she never made quite that sound again! She was also glad to hear that he wasn't concerned with getting his shirt mussed. She never had quite understood people who went out into nature and then fussed about their clothes, part of the fun was getting water, leaves, dirt,<em>something</em>on you! It showed you'd been outside, was a reminder of whatever adventure you'd chosen for yourself.<br/><br/>His small challenge made her chuckle softly and she nudged his shoulder with her own in a teasing manner before answering, "I don't need a gift to know your name, my own memory suffices quite well, Rome. As for the title, that's my Mother's influence, she can be a stickler for her version of good manners and that includes giving Professionals or Elders their proper titles until given permission to use their first names. It's been drilled into me since I was so young that it's just natural.<br/><br/>Now, if you want my<em>gift</em>to tell me something..." she said, letting her voice trail off and studying him harder this time. As she looked him over, her eyes seemed to darken slighty, taking on a richer hue, almost shining like molten gold. It wasn't often she actually tried to call up her gift, Prophecy wasn't a comfortable thing, and she very,<em>very</em>rarely actually got a Prophecy when she tried, but she could sometimes tell things about people if she was open to it. "There's a darkness about you, but it's not fully formed yet, as if uncertain what shape will, ultimately, take. It could simply indicate someone with a thirst for violence and dangers, or a hidden cruel streak. I've seen the same sort of thing in a few businessmen my Father works with that I am convinced are more piranha than person, and in a soldier we met who was much celebrated, especially among his peers, for his determination never to leave a comrade behind. He was known for diving headlong into danger without seeming to worry about what that could mean for himself.<br/><br/>Some people worry that darkness in someone means they're<em>evil</em>but it doesn't have to. It can just be another strength to draw from. In the end what it means is up to the person who contains it,"  as she spoke her voice was slightly flat, almost as if coming from a distance, or muffled by a thin sheet of cotton. When she was done her eyes blinked, taking back their normal hue and she shook her head sharply with a soft laugh filling her throat as she gave a small shrug.<br/><br/>"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not the best idea to challenge a Seer to actually<em>see</em>you? We come up with some weird things sometimes and looking this way is never precise unless it triggers an actually Prophecy...and most of those are so darned vague as to be nearly useless! My cards are much more precise, though on a much smaller scale.<br/><br/>Turning her head so that she could see him better, she flashed him a grin and couldn't resist teasing him a bit just to lighten the atmosphere after telling him he was covered in darkness, So, Oh Dark One, which will it be? Rushing headlong into danger and violence, or will you be the end of us all?! she asked with a laugh, clearly not really expecting an answer to such a ridiculous question!