Silently thanking the young child for interrupting T—Albrecht, her eyes had also wandered towards the clown. The circus opening act seemed to be a tad unhinged. Thinking back to how the man had called himself Albrecht, it lead her to believe that the rest of the people around her were the students of 14-A. Out of all her classmates, the only one that would have the (for lack of a better word,) boldness to make such a sound in public was Phann. She began to further examine the others. Not counting Albrecht, Phann, and herself, there were... four people. The girl that Fae had, at a first glance, deemed to be a [i]very[/i] dedicated emo kid looked much more interesting than just that. She stood out in a different way than Phann, the lizardman, and the girl with giant robot arms (holy shit, giant robot arms?) did. As if there was an outside force pulling Fae's eyes towards her. A captivating beauty, to be sure, but one that also looked sinister. Fae forced herself to look away, in fear that some dark being would punish her for staring. Unfortunately, her eyes once again met Albrecht's. A pause would be made to the analyzation of her peers.
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Oh. He had called her... Fae. Obviously he wasn't wrong, but to hear it out loud and to realize that that was what he was addressing her by felt strange. Not in a strangely good way, or a way that the girl herself could identify as a bad way. It was like hearing it had disconnected herself from reality. Everything the student-turned-egoistic-paladin said after that sounded different. His voice was melting, if voices could melt, and it turned from comprehensible language to white noise. Fae noticed her vision getting fuzzy as well. All of the colors around her that she was seeing began to mesh into one color. Green. Fitting enough, seeing as that was the only color around them. She put her hands up to touch her face. Smoother than before. Then her ears. Pointy? The only species with pointy ears that she knew of were elves. Was [i]she[/i] an elf? Something within her told her that logically, it was her sense of touch failing on her just like her sense of sight and hearing. But another voice, one much stronger and louder than the inner voice she had grown to known, told her she was right. Another thing different about her than before. Another thing separating Fae from the person she had been reborn into now. She began questioning herself. Who is she? She was not Fae. At least, not any longer. The Fae from before her rebirth would've adamantly denied being anything but a human, she wouldn't even have entertained the thought. Yet she had just accepted it so easily. It would make sense to just attribute it to her changing, but it felt more than simply her personality changing. She felt as if she was becoming increasingly distant from the identity she once knew. 

[center][color=forestgreen][i][b]"Who am I?"[/b][/i][/color][/center]
She had to ask herself the question again, but just thinking about it made her uncomfortable. She started to feel weightless, but not in the 'oh my god this is so amazing' type of way. It was in the 'holy fucking shit what is happening to me this is so scary how do I stop' type of way.

Maybe if she changed her name? But to what?
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If it weren't for the roar, she could've easily had lost herself in that trance-like state. F... the girl had turned her head in the general direction of where the roar came almost before the sound had even reached her eyes. Interesting, she thought, but not something for her to dwell on at the moment. There was danger. From which direction, she didn't know. She had pointed out to herself when she woke up that the poles were each pointing in a different cardinal direction, but that had just been from her perspective. The goddess had said to go south, but how could any of them truly be sure which way south was? To trust the nearly broken down pillar to take them to safety seemed foolish. Without a compass (if those even worked in this world), there would be no way to tell. Especially when it was bright, meaning they were without stars.
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As with all of her thoughts recently, something had interrupted them. Normally it was harder to divert her attention like this, but there were so many other things to stimulate her in this new world, and the roar sounded far enough away that it wasn't immediate danger as she had first thought. Her eyes became locked on the butterflies, flying closer and closer to her. Thankfully, she'd managed to drown out the sound of Albrecht's voice, so she could focus on these creatures. She held out a finger for one of them to land on so she could closely examine them. [color=forestgreen][i]'Beautiful,'[/i][/color] she thought. No animal in the human world had given off any aura as strong as theirs. She sensed another force imbued within each of the butterflies, one of life. The one on her finger began to flutter its' wings and fly, much to her disappointment. However, the butterfly stopped and turned around before it got too far away. Unsure of exactly how to take this, the elf decided to walk after the insect. The walk quickly turned into a run after the butterfly began to move again. 
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It was taking her on a path, one that was making her sense the same energy and life force that she felt from the animal that became her temporary tour guide. This had also confused her. Was it was supposed to tell her that there was some organism beneath the ground that was giving off some sort of power? That didn't feel like the right answer. If not an organism, then it was just energy. Energy that was absolutely everywhere around her. As she followed the butterfly more and more, the energy got even stronger than it was before, like it was building up. To her displeasure, the butterfly began to fly higher and higher. The elf's desire to chase the animal had not faded, however. Out of desperation, she started to jump. As she was jumping, she also began to think. All of this energy around her had to have held some sort of benefit to her. The butterfly had given off the energy when she was holding it, which meant it had to have drawn it in. Setting aside her beliefs that she wouldn't be able to do it, she focused her mind on the energy. It then began to turn from a small tingling sensation into a more prominent vibration in her feet. Think. Think, think, think. What would allow her to get high enough to reach the butterfly? Something that would propel her up into the air. Her first thought—no, her instincts told her it was the air itself. If a strong enough gust of wind could push her off her feet, she could get the elevation required to catch it. Making up her mind, she concentrated on the wind. On creating wind. She felt the energy gather underneath her feet. And as quickly as it gathered, it released even quicker, in the form of the gust of wind she had been thinking of before.
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The wind blew away the other butterflies that had flocked to her, leaving them to scatter amongst themselves. It threw her up high above the ground, the wind hitting her face as she flew and blowing both her hair and cloak. As she saw her escort get closer to her face, she stretched out her arms in preparation. Waiting for the perfect moment, she clapped her hands together to catch it. She was careful to not clap them too hard so she wouldn't harm it, but she made sure she was quick enough to not let the bug react. A large grin formed on her face in success, and she felt weightless yet again. This time, it was the good kind of weightless. Followed by the unfortunate realization that what goes up must come down. Even more unfortunately, the thing that went up had decided to come down on a certain elf-dressed-as-a-clown's head.

Whatever. She had more than enough time to think before she inevitably hit the ground. So, how about those names?

Liki? No.

Riki? No.

Rafiki? No. 

Tahupotiki? [b]No![/b] ...Maybe?

Her thinking time had run out.