Zill just kept walking around looking for the farseers quarters she put a hand onto her helmet. she could hear Them again. "Come back to us Join us sister." she punched her self trying to silence the noise that came within her head. as a eldar looked on a bit confused and scared. Soon later she found someone else was in the quarters of the farseers.

"We should ask Warlock Zu'ark or Farseer Caerys before simply disappearing." She said somewhat serious, kissing the males forehead.

"I know their titles dear no need to remind me. Besides I know better than that. " Stroking a hand back over her hair he sat up, returning the kiss with a peck of his lips before rising. "Lets go hunt down the Farseer then hmm? "

"You can go look for her... I will get ready in the meanwhile." Su'iris said and hugged him tightly before leaving the room, heading to her own.

Teras nodded watching her go with a soft smile, following out in short order to track down Caerys. Reaching her room the Avenger made his presence clear with his thoughts. "Busy Caerys? I wanted to know if anything was planned or if Su'iris and I were free for the day again. "

I am not currently busy, but no, you are not free to leave. It seems Erythea has resurfaced again. We'll deploying again soon.

"Has she then? I'll go warn Su'iris then. How long till briefing and deployment sister?" The slightest bit of a full body jolt made him twitch, another round with the Psycho Witch. Already he was turning to go find the Guardian. "Shall I alert the rest I come across as well or no? "

I can't say about the briefing. I must speak with Il-Kaithe's forces before I can give a briefing. Do alert the others you see, get your armor and equipment on hand. I want you to be ready at a moment's notice.

Taking a deep breath, Jyraielle tensed and relaxed each of her main muscle groups in turn. Then she took up a smooth stance, running forward lightly on her toes to fall and drop forward into a roll, coming up again with her hands raised as if to strike an invisible opponent. She leapt, pirouetting to avoid an imagined counter-blow. Spinning under her mock assailant's sword, she drew her unloaded shuriken pistol and fired a pretend shot. Missing as the faux-enemy ducked, she leaped up again into a high kick that took him under the chin.

She paused, and then strode over to the racks where her chainsword waited, its teeth stilled of the fury of Khaine. With a glance in the mirror she began to run through the Seven Stances of Unwavering Flight, and the Nine Artful Parries to Stay the Blade. It was good to stretch, but it would be better to spar with a real opponent. Perhaps if no-one presented themselves, she would seek out her fellow Craftworlder and see if he were willing to practice with her, or maybe see what lessons of war those on some of the other Aspects had to teach.

Jyraielle paused. There was something - a slight undercurrent of tension in the Circuit perhaps. But being no Seer, she could not pinpoint its cause. She shrugged. All the more reason to be ready to fight.

The warp spider was getting anxisous again she needed something to do other then stand. She began making her way into the traning facility in the ship where she could already see someone else training.