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After the near-disaster the mission had turned out to be, Ildraniath needed time to think. She needed to unwind - everyone needed that, even Eldar. She had entered the media library and to her surprise, had found a large collection of Eldar music. Some of the more famous works ever created were there - haunting, ethereal, beautiful music that the mon-keigh could never hope to match in their lifetimes. Mozart, Bach, Weber? Children bashing at the keyboard in comparison to this.

Well, at least those were her thoughts on it.

She had settled into one of the seats in one of the media rooms and despite the urge to curl up, she did not. Instead, she sat straight, arms and legs folded, eyes closed as she listened and remembered her real home, now gone. Possibly never to return. She let the music wash over her and through her (and remembered, vaguely, a time when she had aspired to create such beauty with her own hands and mind). She let out the frustrations and the exhaustion.

For now, she could relax.

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"I think we all have," Ildraniath replied. She paused for a moment before shaking off the rest of Alendian's statement. She wouldn't pry into another Eldar's life.

"How are you finding it here? I can't say it isn't a relief to see another Eldar, especially considering I spent most of my time here surrounded by mon-keigh."

"Mon-keigh. There are as many here as there would be pests. But...I have grown used to them enough that I can tolerate them, thankfully. As for here, I occupy myself by rehearsing my skills so the experience here is not as bad as it could be. No point in complaining about the negative parts as they will remain."

She shook her head, a little thankful that there were places she could get items that made staying on the ship easier. A big one being fruit instead of whatever they served people.

"What about yourself?"

"Tolerating them is the best that can be expected. Some of them are intelligent enough, but they're still mon-keigh," Ildraniath flicked her wrist in a dismissive gesture. "That said, better here than dead. I am surviving, although I find myself being irked with some of the crew and their need for moralistic discussions of every decision we make."

"They argue morals with you? A race of people whose idea of morals is a simple good and bad?" She shrugged, barely comprehending what kind of argument they could put forth to a Farseer of all people.

"I can understand your frustration. One mon-keigh has already informed me that they understood the art of war."

"Of all things, war is something they at least reach a vague semblance of understanding... crude, primitive, but effective," Ildraniath shrugged. At least they could fight. Sort of.

"But i is what it is; they are our allies for the moment and we will endure. Besides... they make useful tools. Especially in a war of this magnitude. However, we must respect their council and command structure for the moment - opposing it will simply bring unneeded and unwanted hostility."

"More that there are enough of them that killing them barely has an effect. Even our fully mobilized Craftworld cannot stop them. But...if it would spare the trouble, I can abide for the time being."

Alend acquiesced to that, knowing that fighting against it would cause unwanted trouble. They shared the same foe and all fought for the same cause.

"Our Craftworlds may be lost forever. Even so, there are Eldar aboard this ship and I intend to do whatever it takes to preserve their lives. Do you agree?"

A ridiculous question, perhaps. But she had to make sure.

"I will do whatever is required of me and more to save fellow Eldar. I may not have the benefit of farsight but I can make decisions and do what is asked of me."

And assurance was what she'd get. Alendian definitely didn't sympathize with their darker brethren.

"Excellent. Although I feel I should inform you that this... ship... masks my foresight. It is troubling, to say the least."

She frowned again. That irritated her to no end. She could still plan, but without the guidance of farsight, she felt almost blind.

"For now, we'll be operating in cooperation with the mon-keigh."

"And what would you have me do?" A question meant out of deference of Ildraniath's experience as opposed to sarcasm. "Me working alone is hardly cooperation. No, in that manner, others would end up getting in my way." As opposed to her getting in their way, which would clearly never happen.

"I want you to watch the mon-keigh and work with them when necessary. We have a long, hard road ahead of us, so we will need to be patient. To bide our time. Our objective, as always, is the preservation of the Eldar people. So for now... wait. Learn."

"I understand. And I hope they shall be understanding if the time comes that I follow your words over theirs." A nasty implied threat but then again, these were humans.

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