<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/204/4/0/saladino__centaur_colt_by_iririv-d6erg2b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Lark</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1082729)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>22<br/><strong>HP:</strong>34/34<br/><hr/>The young centaur gawks a bit as the Oracle does her thing. Such tellings rarely have good outcomes in his experience, but most oracles he's met, well...They've been the battlefield sort, and it's not hard to speak of crows and corpses the morning before a fight. This is something different, and a slight thrill goes up his spine at the uncertainty of what he hears, this puzzle thrown down by the gods, and most of all the Lady's nigh-collapsing reaction to it, and the Marquis' reaction to<em>her</em>(the brief look of joy, however, is quite lost on him (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=70608), as Shani's telling had held his gaze in those moments).<br/><br/>No, Lark doesn't think this is the sort of prophet he'll be chuckling at over drinks by the fireside. Thinking perhaps a touch too literally, he tries to remember if any of the forests he's ever seen...or heard mentioned...had trees of crystal, but comes up with nothing. Waterside towns, now...Almost every town of note he's been in has been near a stream, pond or river. Few folk settle where they must dig for water, or at least not in the lands he has fought in. In the wake of the dream-speaking he hardly notes the two most silent members of the party-to-be, the wanderer and the gnome.<br/><br/>It's not, in fact, until Honey drifts against him that his gaze leaves Shani...Though his eyes were far away, trying to decide if what he'd heard were as much a doom as it sounded. The armored colt glances back at the skyclad faun, a slight sound caught in his throat at the distraction. She<em>is</em>something of a distraction, though he chides himself at it. It's not as if he's never had a nude woman leaning against him, but she's hardly an ordinary woman, nor is any other in this room.<br/><br/>Lark reins in that thought quickly. He's not got the luxury of pants, and what might be a cause for jest and ribbing among old comrades is not something to have on display in this hall, in front of these powers. But the brief momentary thought of fantasy at the other half-human...No, she'd likely not think of herself that way, nor should he, he supposes, but growing up without other centaurs about does make him oft note his difference based on the folk about him...at least has helped to chase away the darker portions of Shani's dream.<br/><br/>"It's nowt, milady. No harm done." he murmurs to Honey, sidling a pace or two away at her brushing but not flinching so hurriedly as to give offense, he hopes. Lark tries not to think of pillows nor anything else regarding the young goat-hoofed woman (is she so young? how does one know, with the fey?) that might cause him to blush (or worse), but instead turns back to the map. "I, ah...There's armor, always. Though nowt on short notice." He offers by way of reply to her, keeping his eyes perhaps a bit high and immediately regretting the remark that could be seen as calling attention to her nudity. The young colt glances at the ceiling, stammering just slightly. "W-weapons, provision...Though one could walk round the world for that much in provision...Or if thee canst find a usurer worth trusting, could have a note for it against return. Far too much coin to w-walk about with." The High Priestess could hire a company of horse for what she's offering as an<em>advance</em>. It's not just Honey's near presence that's distracting the young lad.<br/><br/>He looks back at the map, raising his high, clear voice slightly to address the others. "I've not been to Cahryst," he offers apologetically, "Nor can I say I know owt much of cultists. Bandits, however," Lark glances to the moustached fellow, nodding respectfully, "Well, if by<em>happenstance</em>such get in our way, I can say I know how to deal with the like, and if nowt else it may be that I can help protect others better suited to finding the folk that so concern thee, High Priestess."