<strong>Aeryn Sunlight<br/>The Wilds of Dra Sirdu, in a bivouac<br/>High as a kite, out like a light</strong><br/><br/>Boneless slumber, but not quite  a restful slumber.  Strange dreams, perhaps visions... brought on by the concoctions she had imbibed, spirits of the island touching her mind, or perhaps simply the random firings of a brain trying to integrate and make sense of all she had seen since debarking from the ship.<br/><br/>Dimly aware of Eshalu's nearness, wriggling closer to her just enough for  her head to nestle against the ranger's outer thigh, sinking further into the grip of whatever held her this night.