Faythe jumped at the thud which echoed, and gave a soft nod, a lock of deep brown slipping from her shoulder. Her eyes scanned the vast room, and she  sat down gently upon a a chair. Her hands automaticly folding in her lap. She was so very nervous, and she took many theraputic breathes to call her nerves, ones her mother had taught her.. her mother told her about them. All pleasant mind you, not what they truelly arebehind doors. Her pink tounge darted across her lips as she moist their dryness. And wait Patiently her back to the door, and eyes staring blankly out the large windows<br/><br/>