[center][h1][i]Craftworld Selis[/i][/h1][/center]

The Path of the Witch was one that did not come without price, as all things do not come without a price. Alivien knew this well as she meditated in her quarters, in front of a window that faced the inside of the Craftworld. Silence had become a great value to her. The silence was something that she had long since wanted as the life of a Farseer was that full of stress due to sheer responsibility. It was always great to hold some time to herself every now and again. The silence was a pleasure that she had needed for a long time coming. Though, her silence was broken as she heard her door shift open to reveal a warlock. 

"Preliminary scans of this sector have finish, Farseer," The Warlock Gerald stated, his voice holding that sound of frustration. He continued walking to Alivien. "It seems that there may be some strife for the Apes; there is a so called Union has gone to war against the Imperium and there may be more conflict to come across this sector. I suggest that we take our chance to cause as much damage to both-"

"Ssshhh," Alivien silenced Gerald, annoyance flooding her as she began to hear the Warlock drone on about the state of affairs within the sector of space that they had come upon. "Silence, silence can be relieving can it not? I feel that you should enjoy its company at some time since you sound stressed." Alivien desired for that silence to continue, though she knew that Gerald would not feel the same way since he is a warrior at heart. 

"Farseer, this is no time to belay! We must take whatever advantage we have against these Space Marines," Gerald countered, his voice becoming more frustrated due to Alivien's persistence into silence.

"So be it," Alievien sighed, rising to her feet while turning to face the Warlock, revealing an obviously annoyed face. "We shall not act, we shall not do any brash and arrogant actions. What we must do, is simply wait. We must analyze the situation further before we can truely do anything," the Farseer explained. Her eyes pierced into the mask of that warlock and instilled a feeling of authority. "Do you understand that, Gerald?"

Gerald stared back at the woman, obviously giving a face of defiance behind that mask of his. "As you wish," the Warlock spat, giving into the Farseer's demands before turning and leaving the Farseer. 

Alivien sighed before straightening her robes, a conversation with Gerald was always one that she wanted to end quickly due to the arrogance the man held. She turned back to the window that faced the temperate rainforests that inhabited the Craftworld before sitting on her knees once more. It was time to meditate on the possible futures once more.