Far From Home [Open]

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Ildraniath didn't go out of her way to avoid other members of the crew, but she certainly didn't invite their company either. Getting to know more of them, getting closer to a bunch of mon-keigh seemed counter-productive. It was like getting close to a set of tools or a particularly amusing and intelligent animal. Fulfilling in the short run, perhaps, but ultimately a bad idea in the long run. Besides, the less she had to deal with over-grown idiots the better.

So, she spent most of her time down in the city, wandering its streets, reflecting and planning. She'd have to do something eventually; either earn their trust or demand it. If she wanted to save her dying race, she would have to find a way.

Or simply remove the mon-keigh from the equation altogether. One of the two. She was still determined not to submit to them, however. Dd any of them really think she would trust them with her life, let alone the lives of other Eldar?

It did not help that her readings had been muddled and unclear of late. She paused at a street corner and then her eyes widened. Tucked almost out of sight behind a few squat, ugly-looking mon-keigh buildings was a familiar, smooth, curved form. All elegance and organic forms. Wraithbone. She hurried over, putting her palm against the side of the building. It did not quite resonate or hum as it would've aboard a craftworld. But... it was a building of her people. Nothing special - simply a dwelling. But to find it here....

She spent a long time simply staring up at it. Perhaps her race truly was doomed to fade into obscurity.

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[ternaui.livejournal.com]

The Chancellor had acquired a few supplies for the animals and had them tucked under one arm as he made his way across the city to their pasture.

He say an unusually smooth and curved building and stopped to admire it. It seemed a lot like some of the architecture of Camelot, and made him a bit homesick. He tried to shake the feeling off.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Ildraniath was hard to miss, even in the sprawling streets of the City, but right now she seemed absorbed in one of the buildings, one with alien architecture he didn't (or couldn't) recognize. Zouichi pulled his bike (http://www.flickr.com/photos/56712133@N04/5318224737/) to a quiet stop not far from where she was standing, waiting for a moment to see if she'd break out of her reverie on her own. When she didn't, he called her name. Hopefully she wasn't so far gone she wouldn't hear him.