<strong>Aeryn Sunlight<br/>With Eshalu <br/>Aeryn's room, Magna Sophia chapterhouse, Point Respite</strong><br/><br/>"Goddess. Goddess. Goddess."  Chanted in time to those pulsing fingers<br/><br/>Sophia was a Goddess of wisdom, but the Society was a secular order.   Aeryn was praying.<br/><br/>Praying to the Goddess of Wisdom?<br/><br/>Praying to Eshalu?<br/><br/>Both?<br/><br/>It didn't matter.<br/><br/>A liquid force enveloped her pearl and Sunlight stopped breathing for a minute, her body started shuddering, then those long strong knowing fingers slipped into her again.<br/><br/>And she started breathing again, her hips started moving again, lifting with the ranger's hand on her bottom,  lifting up on her heels, the heels of feet that were curling, toes that were clenching and flexing, clenching again.  Her hands stroking eshalu's shoulders, nails grazing along the sides of her neck, fingers tangling in golden hair.  Her legs shivering, then straining, feet bracing to lift her hips press them more firmly against the lips, the tongue, the mouth that was blotting out everything else in the world.<br/><br/>She was murmuring something.  Words had come back to her.  But not in a language Eshalu recognized.  Not the common language that held the Dominion together, a gabble of soft words in Aeryn's childhood tongue, pleading sounds, tender sounds, loving sounds.<br/><br/>Copper skinned hands abruplty pulled back from golden hair, slammed nto the bed, fingers clawed in bedclothes as the scholar went uttelyr rigid, every muscle locking tight and straining, channel muscles in a moist vice aroiund delving fingers.... then going limp as with a long shuddering sigh  a human body collapsed back on the bed.  Eyes not closed, but rolled back in her head as Aeryn gasped for breath.