Erianthe had never been on a ship before this crossing.  It struck the young woman all over again exactly how alien the world bellow the clouds was.  These flashes of extreme alienation took her frequently, but spending so many days bellow decks, without the wind in her hair, the sun on her skin, and the rain on her lips, was nearly as bad as the first time.<br/><br/>She’d noticed with empathy the wood elf friend of Aeryn’s--perhaps the only being present more out of her depth than she.  The cloud walker tried to stay close to the two—especialy Aeryn.  She liked to listen to the beautiful scholar.  The questions about her early life as a Cloud Walker were a bit awkward sometimes, but she could eventually be brought to open up about it, as she had in their first meeting.<br/><br/>Lazarette had been their two.  She’d offered the swordswoman a quite smile.  She hadn’t pushed her presence on the other girl, but would be happy for a chance to share it.<br/><br/>It was good to walk under the sky again and Erianthe had slipped away from the cramped bunker once to walk on the mist.  She pondered following it up into the sky-- seeing if there were others like her to be found—but for once denied the fleeting hope.  There was a new adventure here, potential friends, and people who needed her, it would be good to see what came next.  Erianthe descended the mist in time to get a few hours of sleep curled up on a bunk two feet shorter than she was.<br/><br/>When she woke the next morning, Erianthe reported to the drill sergeant with smooth efficiency.  Though these men were cruder than the battle-master’s of the Swords of Agathea, the hierarchy was not so alien too her, and she snapped smartly too attention.<br/><br/>When the training was over, though, she moved out into the city in search of a place with larger beds, or perhaps willing to rent her a spot on their roof.<br/>