Ildraniath was frustrated - partially with herself, partially with the ship. Not that she let such emotions show, of course, but it was still there. She was meant to read the future, to guide her people, but here? She could not. No matter how many times she tried, day after day, the runes refused to reveal anything beyond garbled nonsense that could be interpreted as anything from "success" to "horrible, catastrophic failure". To keep her mind off of such things (or maybe simply so she could think), she'd gone for a walk. She prided herself on her strength, but even at home she'd had other seers to speak with, to discuss the portents with.

Here, she was alone. Alendian was an Eldar, but an also an Aspect Warrior - she could be talked to, but Ildraniath hesitated to tell her of her own frustrations. She paused, thoughts cut off as she felt a drop of rain splash onto her head. She glanced up and then hurried on, ignoring the dampness. She wouldn't let artificial weather stop her. Her stride slowed as she spotted a familiar figure up ahead and then she resumed her normal pace, coming to a halt a few meters away.

"Enjoying the weather?"