<br/><br/><strong>Aeryn Sunlight<br/> Rousing from warm afterglow slumber and Talking with Erianthe<br/>The reception chamber of the Magna Sophia Chapterhouse at Point respite.</strong><br/><br/>Rumor had it that Sophie's - the Society members never referred to themselves that way - never panicked.  but the novice sent to rouse Aeryn was very close to it.  Eshalu was already awake - and the Scholar was beginning to think the elf never really slept - had already gently woken Aeryn when the breathless Novice pounded on the door.<br/><br/>"An eight foot woman?  Calm down, remember yourself!"  Pulling on her robe, slipping into her sandals, scooping up her spectacles but not bohering to pull her loose hair into a ponytail... and snagging her writing kit at the last moment.  "Go.  No, lover."  A gentle stroke of fiingertips on the elven woman's cheek.  "Rest, you are a guest, we can handle this."  Not a command, Aeryn certainly didn't mind the company, but the scholar took off almost at a run.<br/><br/>Her eyes brightened, her smile was broad and warm  the instant she entered the reception area. "Erianthe!  So good to see you, what a pleasure!  No no, forget the hour, come sit... the courtyard, the stone benches will suit you better than human chairs, I think."  A glance at the Novice.  "Wine.  Well," A glance at the giantess, "Beer if you wish?  And some food of course."    Standing aside, beckoning to the courtyard, then pausing, with a tilt to her head, an appraising look in her eyes.  "Or.. do you wish more solitude?  We have a chapel."