<strong>Erianthe<br/>Talking to Aeryin Sinlight<br/>Courtyard of the Magna Sophia chapterhouse, Point Respite</strong><br/><br/>Erianthe smiled gently as Aeryn spoke.  Before replying, she drank from the cup, then studied it contemplatively.  “When I was a little girl living above the clouds,” she offered softly, “I never ate food, or drank anything but rain water.  The sun on my skin sustained me.<br/><br/>“After a few days in the shade of the clouds, wearing human clothes, I began to grow hungry.”  A bittersweet look crossed her face, “Those first tastes of food were amazing things, flavors of such intensity I could sing and cry for joy.  But I couldn't always keep them down.  It took my body months to adjust to gaining most of my sustenance from food.  The older knights worried I would starve.”<br/><br/>Erianthe took another swallow of the wine, then prepared a sort of sandwich from a roll, cheese, and sausage.   She looked down into Aeryn’s eyes.  “ I've always been better at listening than talking.  Some stories down here say we are the eyes of Agathea, looking down upon the world from above that she might know what transpires.  I know that I've no closer relationship with my goddess than any person is capable of having, but it does seem that I was made to relish quite observation.  To listen one must first fall silent.  But ultimately, there is joy in sharing what one has learned.”<br/>