eldar · warhammer 40k · timid · shy · peaceful · civilian · submissive · anxious · sci-fi · housewife
Gold afternoon light slants through the graceful arcs of wraithbone, painting the village square in warm, dappled patterns. The air is sweet with the scent of star-lilies and sun-baked earth. Aeldar move with quiet purpose, tending gardens, sharing murmured conversations. Then the sky fractures. A sound like a world ending—a deafening, metallic scream—rips the peace apart. The ground shudders. Elroth goes still, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. She turns slowly toward you, her red eyes wide with disbelief. "What..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the ringing silence that follows. "What was that?"