<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/Honeycropped.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Honey, Faun Druid</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078073)</span><br/><hr/>The Marquis' words end a shiver up Honey's spine, and she dips her head in understanding. well, acknowledgement, Honey's knowledge of powers beyond this world are pretty much limited only to fey creatures such as herself.<strong>"Then, for the sake of the land and those who depend on it..."</strong>she offers, not finishing the thought, as Shani begins speaking her vision.<br/><br/>Honey listens raptly, eyes even drifting closed, letting the other woman's words paint the images in her mind. She lens back on her hooves a bit, and is surprised to bump up against something. she turns her head with a start, to find she had just rested her shoulders against Lark's flank. She looks up at him with wide eyes.<strong>"Oh! So sorry, I didn't mean to use you as a pillow..."</strong>she turns, using a hand to brush off where she had so briefly rested... surprisingly, a little bit of bird down and lichen dust had stuck to his coat from the contact with her cloak.<br/><br/>That task done - and Honey having cleared her throat and turned stiffly to hide her embarrassed flush - it seemed the lady was with Shani.<strong>"Then... to Cahryst?"</strong>She gave a little shrug at the reminder that the offer was still the same, and glanced up at Lark, who simply has the fortune of being the nearest person to speak to.<strong>"I have <em>no</em> idea what to do with that much gold,"</strong>she admits to the horse-man sheepishly.