Erianthe<br/>Talking to Aeryin Sinlight<br/>Courtyard of the Magna Sophia chapterhouse, Point Respite<br/><br/>The question sent a haunted look across Erianthe’s eyes.  She didn’t flee from the memories, though, but confronted them, and saught deeper to answer Aeryn’s question.<br/><br/>“I remember that members of my family—you might think of us as a tribe or clan—had spent extended periods of time on the ground in the past.  I think they would prepare by drinking lots of water for several weeks.<br/><br/>“I didn’t’ have that preparation…”<br/><br/>She pondered for a moment, then continued.  “It was night time.  I’d fallen asleep in the arms of my favorite clan matron, Aeshia—I suspect it was she who birthed me, but we did not speak of such things.  I woke from a nightmare into a nightmare.  My family were screaming in pain and fear.  In the star light, huge, bulky shadows rampaged amongst them.  Aeshia ran to to a whole in the cloud and cast me off, I…”<br/><br/><em>I felt blood on me like a splatter of rain.  Was it hers?</em><br/><br/>“We’d been on very high clouds.  I drifted far, buoyed by one wind, then another.  It felt like hours later that I reached the ground, in the midst of a wheat field in a farming community.  I was young, I’d never been to the ground before.  I’d never been alone before.”  Erianthe gave a pained sigh and began to eat.<br/>