Stranger in a Strange Land
"Stupid mon-keigh tongue with their too many and too few words," Nimah cursed in the tongue of her people as the psychic headache thundered between her temples at the first gift of the Green Maiden. Hearing the distant-but-always-close '
Ahem' of the Goddess, a cough for a being that did not need air, the young psyker corrected herself. "Stupid
plodder tongue..." Not even
She would be able to deny that they
plodded.
The Exiles had long believed that the reasons the bone thieves plodded like that was strapping too much stuff to themselves for protection because they were too stupid to know just dodging usually worked better. It turned out however they were really that slow and clumsy
anyway, which being fair meant they were actually not dumb to strap all that armor to themselves. These ones had been smart enough to follow the Maiden at lest, that had to be worth something.
It was worth a lot really. Nimah believed the warnings of death from the Black Heavens above as few of her kin did. The dreams sang clearest to her and the word
Astartes new as it was to her understanding echoed memories not her own of titans me metal and death that only the great warriors of her star-kin could fight blade to blade. Nimah was proud of her skills with spear and spell, but she knew she was far indeed from those lofty heights.
Fortunately there were less mighty foes to defeat on the path to the gleaming towers, just more plodders with more of their iron weapons, deadly if they hit you sure, but they had to hit you and they were half blind and no better with their other senses. "So we need to burrow under some walls to get in and attack the Silver Towers right?" the young eldar started abruptly looking around the group of Goddess Chosen
other-Godess Chosen but it was still strange to count herself in the same group as them. She had never been part of a group that as not of the Exiles.
"Yes, that is the plan," First Chosen Dana said in that too cheerful tone that made Nimah bristle instinctively as though she had been called stupid but the Green Maiden assured her was just the way she talked to children because he wanted to be nice which was silly, but... well it was nice
too that she cared.
"I will go, take a band down into the dark at the roots of the wall. I can see with the eyes of spirit, hear with ears that listen to passing minds above. None will know where we pass and then... the walls will fall and we will be loose in their ranks." For some reason the First Chosen flinched at Nimah's smile though the other two did not so she must have been doing something right.
The other woman was looking downright giddy in fact. "I like this one."
"But I haven't
done anything yet," Nimah said bemused. Was this another being-nice thing, she wondered.
"I think you should take some of the Bumblebees," the grey-haired one said. Horatio she remembered, the general. He had a steady look about him.
"They plod," Nimah said, doing her best to keep to the facts.
"Try them out before you judge," he replied. It was something half way between a request and an order that could go either way.
Part of Nimah wanted to push him just to see which way he would go, but there was no sense risking a confrontation over what she considered a foregone conclusion and so she did and it was a good thing too.
Nimah was surprised at the Lightning bows. Some of them still plodded and tripped and made noise that could be heard many-trees distant, but some did not, some she would have accepted into her band if the idea of taking mon-keigh in would not have been alien until she met the Goddess. There were even a few, a handful really she would be proud to have at her back, almost as good as me.
That means I have to get better, came the instant resolve. But that was for later, for now they had enemies to defeat and walls to tear down.
OOC: Well here's my impression of a feral Eldar child, nice enough and willing to play with others if given cause, but still proud, a little bloodthirsty and a perfectionist. 
