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“Another year has passed and I’m none the wiser.”

“We named the cove after my mother. She seemed insistent on that. Was it some Eldar custom? I barely remember anything about my family but if my mother was anything like her I can only imagine my father was a happy man till I came along. Up until now I had no time for women yet living in paradise tends to make me ache for simpler things, simpler needs. The sex has admittedly been getting better, too. I may be a heretic but fuck the Emperor if they think I’d unload a round of plasma into my beloved. Without her I’m nothing. Her smile alone makes me grateful I’m alive. When we make love now she pants my name and isn’t afraid to let my seed linger in her womb when I forget my limits as her ‘valorous mon-keigh’. Sometimes the excitement gets a little to my head.”

“Is it possible for a human and Eldar to have children? Neither of us know for certain yet I suppose if it happens, it happens. We have everything we need on this forgotten world where the remnants of a seaside monastery has given us ample shelter and, though the upper levels are in ruin there’s enough room to raise a family out of the cold. Sometimes I even spot my love picking curiously at the debris, tidying our sleeping arrangements like she’s of mind there’s nothing more beyond this cove to find and is becoming content with what we have. Can't help but feel there's something more to it, though. Is she making a nest?”

Yet there’s one place in this world she’s enamoured by when she’s not off hunting for food. (We came to a bitter agreement she’s far better at catching us dinner yet I refuse the notion she’s the only provider…) Not far from the monastery is fresh water and a waterfall that never ceases to rob me of my love’s attention. Every morning, every night, she bathes there, meditates when she’s not pestering me while I’m tinkering with old tech or trying to make sense of what few tomes remain in the monastery’s library. There’s barely anything left that’s readable yet if there’s something here that can get off this rock… I’m determined to put her mind at ease. She would never admit it but She's not that great at hiding her emotions of late and I know it doesn’t take much to see she’s got something on her mind and it’s not anything here. We may be happy with what we have yet her nightmares are getting worse and I can’t help but feel useless trying to get her to open up about it. There’s still so much about her that’s a mystery so unless something changes there soon... I may just channel my inner Inquisitor.”

“Till then, she has her waterfall and I have my tomes. I'll make a note to join her there soon.”
-- Former Captain of the Illiza’s Courage, Rufus Merius

Heck, where did this year go? Well, here’s the annual Myar art at any rate as I wonder what comes next. Admittedly I’ve had a falling out with 40k (like with so many other franchises of late…) yet I want to continue the tradition of drawing more art for her. Maybe something more romantic with Rufus next time?

Artwork & Lore & Myar - © Kristopher P. Love // Eldar - © 40k

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“Another year has passed and I’m none the wiser.”

“We named the cove after my mother. She seemed insistent on that. Was it some Eldar custom? I barely remember anything about my family but if my mother was anything like her I can only imagine my father was a happy man till I came along. Up until now I had no time for women yet living in paradise tends to make me ache for simpler things, simpler needs. The sex has admittedly been getting better, too. I may be a heretic but fuck the Emperor if they think I’d unload a round of plasma into my beloved. Without her I’m nothing. Her smile alone makes me grateful I’m alive. When we make love now she pants my name and isn’t afraid to let my seed linger in her womb when I forget my limits as her ‘valorous mon-keigh’. Sometimes the excitement gets a little to my head.”

“Is it possible for a human and Eldar to have children? Neither of us know for certain yet I suppose if it happens, it happens. We have everything we need on this forgotten world where the remnants of a seaside monastery has given us ample shelter and, though the upper levels are in ruin there’s enough room to raise a family out of the cold. Sometimes I even spot my love picking curiously at the debris, tidying our sleeping arrangements like she’s of mind there’s nothing more beyond this cove to find and is becoming content with what we have. Can't help but feel there's something more to it, though. Is she making a nest?”

Yet there’s one place in this world she’s enamoured by when she’s not off hunting for food. (We came to a bitter agreement she’s far better at catching us dinner yet I refuse the notion she’s the only provider…) Not far from the monastery is fresh water and a waterfall that never ceases to rob me of my love’s attention. Every morning, every night, she bathes there, meditates when she’s not pestering me while I’m tinkering with old tech or trying to make sense of what few tomes remain in the monastery’s library. There’s barely anything left that’s readable yet if there’s something here that can get off this rock… I’m determined to put her mind at ease. She would never admit it but She's not that great at hiding her emotions of late and I know it doesn’t take much to see she’s got something on her mind and it’s not anything here. We may be happy with what we have yet her nightmares are getting worse and I can’t help but feel useless trying to get her to open up about it. There’s still so much about her that’s a mystery so unless something changes there soon... I may just channel my inner Inquisitor.”

“Till then, she has her waterfall and I have my tomes. I'll make a note to join her there soon.”
-- Former Captain of the Illiza’s Courage, Rufus Merius

Heck, where did this year go? Well, here’s the annual Myar art at any rate as I wonder what comes next. Admittedly I’ve had a falling out with 40k (like with so many other franchises of late…) yet I want to continue the tradition of drawing more art for her. Maybe something more romantic with Rufus next time?

Artwork & Lore & Myar - © Kristopher P. Love // Eldar - © 40k