<div class="floatright">(http://ist3-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/3/a/O/d/3aOdM/fauna3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Fauna</strong></span><br/><sup>The Prophetess of Thera</sup><br/><hr/><br/>The brief inner turmoil of self doubt as to why she was being asked.   For she knew all to well she was not a fighter.   A pacifist to the extreme she had no skill in the martial arts.   She be a detriment in such.   Still the reason is obvious for her to realize.  So no question is needed to ask.   Such though has left her with casting a poor aura of aloofness to the others.    Especially with one or two prone to rash thinking.<br/><br/>Suddenly drawn out of her revelry of thought by Winter-Moon.    Lifting her gaze, her almond eyes with sun dial like pupils she would flash the young woman a genial smile.   As she slowly nods to the question of having a way to move quickly.<br/><br/>"Myself."<br/><br/>She reach out and brush back a lock of hair on Winter-Moon.   As she gives the simplicity of answers.