< @Uriel1339 >

"Ah, yes. News isn't much different than I've seen before. War, death and despair." He said with a faint smile, nodding to the Eldar who handed him a drink. "A most beautiful nebulous dance, as well. I took a capture of it for you to watch. Perhaps your father would like to paint of it as well." He took a swig of the drink and shook his head, a wide grin appearing. "That's the stuff. Can't find drink like this out as a Corsair."

He leaned back in his chair, a slight wavering of his smile showing something was wrong. "Of course, I wish I could say I came back to just see you. But there was something that I couldn't ignore." he had made no secret of the fact that he would likely return to Biel-Tan eventually. "Mon'Keigh landing on the Maiden World of Seir'nien. It seemed to be a small force, but there are always more following."

< @Nurianis >

"Enjoying the new learners?" Came a soft, familiar voice from a figure leaning against a nearby tree. Anahar Dawncrest, one of the older musicians of the Swordwind, had a faint smile on their lips. "I remember back when you might be amongst their ranks." One could argue that Anahar had been lost on the path of musician, having not left if after three centuries. If this was true, it didn't seem to bother the Serene Eldar, who wore long, navy-blue robes. "Sometimes I yearn for those days I first came to this path, when all was new."

< @Colapse @Jorimel >

Sairan didn't look back to the newcomer, nor did he seem to answer his question. Instead, the tickle in the back of his mind told him that one of his students was here and desiring combat. "Linaya!" he said loudly, his dark voice carrying through the shrine to reach her wherever she was.

Once that student had arrived, the war-maske looked between the two. "Linaya. Take this one to dress in our way. You shall join him in his training." he said no more, turning and walking to the training halls. Sairan didn't learn the names of those who came to learn until they had truly joined the path. He had no time to waste on those who did not stay.

< @Maleth >

A slight tapping would come at her window, and when she looked, her poet-friend Taeris would be outside. "Greetings, Fair Ariskia!" he called, taking his path quite seriously. "Come, the day is fine! Let us see what it hath to offer!" he had on a wide smile as he tried to coerce his friend out of her isolation for a while.

@BadDo9

"I see...." He said upset, listening, twirling his thumbs around one another. Lately it never was any good to see his old friend, the topics from the childhood which were with little trouble and much playfulness were now bitter and with a disgusting-aftertaste, all around them was like a shroud of evil, all and everything was out to get the Eldar. But that is why he heard the call to the Path of the Warrior, to fight for a better future, with a decisive nod he stood up.

"I should really get back to the shrine. If you pay a visit to my parents, to share your recording, please greet them from me. For your true intentions of coming to Biel-Tan, I wish you the best of success to convince the seers to aid the Exodites. Until the peaceful dawn when we can perhaps converse more like in our child-cycles. About the happier tunes of life, like Isha and Kurnous shared their thoughts of love in their ethereal gardens." Andurith grasped his lower arm in the warrior's embrace he got used to and smiled faintly, giving Xash a decisive nod. "Stay well." And with that he leaves, hands slid into the tiny pockets of his bodyglove on his thighs.

Vailaniel made her way towards the Shrine rather slowly, wringing her hands for a moment before resting them at her sides - she felt anxious for her choice, though simultaneously feeling excited.
She looked from side to side to look over her surroundings briefly, admiring the architecture of the Wraithbone. While it was no stranger to her, she couldn't help but enjoy its beauty, even after seeing it for so many centuries. To see such things be moulded right in front of your very eyes was almost as satisfying as seeing the finished product.
As she made her way there she stopped midstep as she heard the Musicians, a faint smile appearing on her lips: the Grotto. It had been a long time since she'd heard something from here, causing her to make her way towards one of the nearby trees and rested against it.
Perhaps I can spend a minute to relax, she thought, bringing a hand to push some of her black hair out of her face and behind her ear.

'I'm enjoying the memories that their talents bring to mind.' Gently inclining his head towards one of the pupils playing a wind instrument Ladornarr said 'I could never quite play the right notes' he stopped talking briefly, letting the musicians play and thinking about his memories.

'I remember this one' he said as a stringed instrument echoed from a different part of the grotto to take centre stage in the symphony being created. 'I remember when you first introduced me to it. You played for me in this very grotto, and ...' Ladornarr stopped talking, the memories flooding back to him. 'I could have lost myself as you played.' Ladornarr said wistfully.

A smile crept across Ladornarr's face as je opened his eyes to look at his old mentor, who didn't look like he had aged a day since they had last met. Ladornarr stood up and pushed himself away from the tree that he was sitting under. He noticed that his clothes were out-of-place and so he smoothed out his dark honey coloured bodysuit. Fiddling with his intricately woven purple jacket and brushing back his short wood-brown hair he made himself presentable.

After only a few seconds of adjusting his appearance he walked towards Anahar and bowed respectfully to his past-Path mentor. Anahar was a man of great skill, and Ladornarr made sure to show his old friend the proper respect.

As Ladornarr rose from the bow he had a cheeky grin across his face. 'But you, my friend, were never young, how can you long for those days?' The tone was of gentle joking between old friends. 'From what I hear the young musicians talk about how you simply appeared on the craftworld one day knowing all there is to know about music and correcting the foolish young eldar like myself as we stumble upon what you have always had complete mastery over.'

Emerging from the dimly-lit corridors leading from the meditation chambers, Linaya bowed her head at the Exarch's words, a gesture of respect. "It shall be as you ask, ta-aesthir." Using the word for teacher or mentor was given a more martial cast by her upright stance and focussed inflection.

As Sairan walked away, she fell into step beside the newcomer.

"My name is Linaya," she said, offering a hand in friendship. Her green eyes were clear and her expression one of open welcome. She was dressed in a warm yellow blouse over loose brown pants, both suitable for meditation, as were her bare feet. Little flowers decorated her bare toes in some kind of sap-stain, fading to brown and ochre. The woman was unarmed, and her blonde hair was tied up and back in a practical topknot. "I will take you to the arming-chambers, and we will find a suit to choose you."

She waited for the other Eldar to respond, looking at him with friendly curiosity, polite enough not to stare or ask too many questions.

"Thank you for the warm welcome," the newcomer replied, shaking the offered hand and bowing in respect. He wore simple grey robes that were going nicely with his long ashen hair while his face, despite being perhaps simple and devoid of any scars, had certain look that betrayed his older age, the hint which you could especially spot if you look more closely in his deep blue eyes.

"I am Valerian, a newcomer to this place. Please, lead the way," he replied, trying to sound as friendly as he could. While waiting for his host to bringing him to his new home, another feature could be seen on him which was a small brown backpack on his back, but besides it, he didn't seem to have any other items in his possession.

When Taeris tapped on the window, Ariskia sighed as she'd had just gotten to a good bit in her book but put it down on a side table alongside a pile of other reading material that she'd been through earlier. Easing herself out of her chair, she walked over to the window and said in mock-irritation "Very well, I hope you have something interesting for us to do, considering you just interrupted me just as I got to a enjoyable bit!" Truth be told, she'd read it more than enough times and if Taeris hadn't turned up then she'd have been at a loose end of what to read once that bit was over, seeing as some of the philosophical works that she had gotten for her 132th tended to be a bit too dry and dusty for her taste.

So she paced up to the door to her home, quickly opened it and slipped out. After locking it behind her, the new Scorpion said "Well, where do you want me to go today Taeris?" She tensed up slightly and then relaxed with her eyebrows raised in her curiosity about what he had planned.

The eldar spent a few more minutes listening away to the musicians, before she finally got herself to her feet once more and made her way to the Shrine.
On the way there, she met a few more friendly faces, smiling and waving to some. She had known that she wasn't too far away from the Striking Scorpions shrine, though at the very least she could take her time getting there. It wasn't going to vanish as far as she'd know.
Soon enough, Vailaniel stopped to the opening and crossed her arms in front of her, closing her eyes and taking in a breath. She didn't go in just yet, merely taking the time to consider if this truly was her course of action.

< @Uriel1339 >

"Indeed" Xash said with a sad undertone as his friend stands up. "I wish I had news as such to share with you." He downed his drink and left a small bit at the bottom, a habit learnt from the other. "But we will converse like that again." he said as he stood, walking out with him.

Once they split paths, Andurith could head straight for the shrine if he wished.

< @Nurianis @Vlayden >

Anahar allowed himself a small laugh, as musical as if his voice was an instrument himself. "Truth that may be, but even then I must have learned from somewhere, no?" he returned the bow with a short nod of his head. He stood watching the learners for a while before speaking again.

He had been just about to ask the other Eldar her opinion on the new learners, but she had left before he could say a word. He left the thought leave his mind as she had left the grotto.

< @Maleth >

Taeris had grabbed at his heart at mock hurt when she had called him out, and waited patiently for her to come out of the home. When she did he smiled and gently took her hand. "Ah, I did think we shall see where the wind take us!" he said happily, walking along rather aimlessly as he let the flow of muse guide him.

Andurith and his grass-green bodyglove with white trims arrived at the shrine, entering the domain of the bloody god without noticing the nearby Eldar (@Vlayden ), when he met the Exarch he simply put his left fist against his right palm horizontal and bowed low in respect. "Greetings, Exarch. I have arrived for my training routine, but please do not bother yourself with instructing me, for I shall see to train with the other members of the shrine." After a quick catching up, it appears that someone new was joining the shrine. Equally excited and curious Andurith knew that it would be best to aid the newcomer. A quick flashback reminded him of his first days. Oh how awkward it was, to aim his hands on spots to actually harm others. It was not just awkward but counter-intuitive, as he was respecting his fellows and wished anything but death on any other Eldar. But over the days, weeks, months and even years he managed to get used to it, well... To defend himself, his friends and his family.

However instead of hunting them down, he first wanted to get into the appropriate gear and made for the armory, of course in such way that he missed the duo, without even knowing he was evading them. Once there, he took out the pitch-black bodyglove, with two runes in the vertical and horizontal center of it, that showed that the wearer belongs to the Striking Scorpions of Biel-Tan. Quickly he undressed out of his civilian clothing into his warrior gear, having left him with a skin-tight shirt and shorts that would always be worn beneath, even under the new bodyglove that was pulled over arms and legs. The Aspect Armor stared at him and piece by piece he dismantled the display and putting it on himself. Starting with the chest armor, followed by thighs and upper arms. Then boots and gauntlets. They came together smoothly and fit his body perfectly, almost like a second layer of skin. The helmet was reached, but never put on, instead carried under his arm. One could think that Andurith the Systems Architect has already vanished, but the War-Mask ritual was not completed as it is reserved for war and serious training. His hair was short enough to not require styling, simply combed to the side it would sit there on his scalp, ready to get sweaty.

Fully geared up, except for his weapons, Andurith the Striking Scorpion started to patrol the area, in attempt to greet and meet the newcomer... (@Jorimel & @Colapse - I leave it to you whether you come across him or not, also @Maleth or anyone else can meet him whenever arriving & entering the shrine! )