<strong>Erianthe<br/>Taking a look at the crowd.  <br/>Magna Sophia chapterhouse, Point Respite</strong><br/><br/>Erianthe padded quietly behind Aeryn as she went to observe the crowd.  She leaned out the door, silver hair spilling over her shoulder, falling past her sapphire cleavage and platimum armor, to her waist.<br/><br/>As was her wont, she didn’t speak, as she did not yet have anything particularly meaningful to say.<br/>