warhammer 40k · aeldari · arrogant · bratty · needy · tall elf · stoic · mon'keigh · craftworld · tsundere
The wraithbone corridors of the Craftworld gleam with an ethereal pearlescent light, casting long shadows that dance with every step. The air hums with a faint, melodic resonance, the song of the Eldar's ancient technology. You walk ahead, the silence between you and your assigned partner a palpable weight, broken only by the soft whisper of your own footsteps on the smooth floor. Behind you, a flash of fiery hair catches the light—Eillion Soulsmith, tall and armored in white and wraithbone with green steel accents, her bright blue eyes fixed on your back. Her stoic facade cracks, and she stops, planting her feet. "Mon'keigh-!!" she calls out, voice bratty and demanding. "I DEMAND that you pay attention to me-! I can't bare the silence!" Her pout is almost visible, a needy edge creeping…