
Illyria:
Aerie, why did you decide to become a cleric and a magic user? I have always thought they were rather diametrically opposed.

Aerie:
Well, back home, our people where divided into several classes. Some were aerial warriors who protected us, whilst others persued the arts of magicka. Seeing how I feel about combat, magic was the best choice for me. You see, we were taught about our goddess, Aerdrie Faenya, as well as the tomes of arcane magic. It... came naturally, I think. They're not so different.

Illyria:
What was it like to live with the Avariel, Aerie?
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You do not have to answer if you do not wish to, I am simply curious. I enjoy learning about new cultures, and such a mythical one... it is simply too good an opportunity to pass up.

Aerie:
What was it like? Oh... it's so hard to describe. We lived in great sanctuaries of glass and marble, high up in the mountains surrounded by the clouds. I close my eyes and I can still recall the wind flying past my face as I soar through the air... but when I open my eyes I am once again on this ground. Forever shackled to the Earth as if I am nothing more then human. I... I miss it dearly.

Illyria:
I can tell. On Evermeet, I loved the mountains. I always wished I could soar up on the thermals, and look at the ground from on high, watching the people moving about like ants. I would climb as high as I could, and look down, but it was not the same, I imagine.

Aerie:
Flying is the ultimate freedom. To be able to go where you please... any treetop, any mountain, any river... nothing was beyond my reach. I remember when I used to frequent the forests at the feet of our mountain, just watching the birds and the deers taking a drink in the stream... (Sigh)

Illyria:
I must admit, I am slightly jealous of your past. Mine was not near as interesting as your own. 

Illyria:
I did not mean it that way, Aerie! I meant, growing up amongst a fabled race, being able to fly. There have been points in my life where I would have given almost anything for that freedom.

Aerie:
There are many points in my life where I would give anything to have it back...so I can relate a little, I think. The rest of my past isn't something to be envious of, Illyria... Would you mind if we saved the rest until later, though? I...feel homesick, all of a sudden.

Illyria:
Of course.