Bab 625: An Elf's Tale, Part 31

A more peaceful moment there never can be. 

When Lenora finally mustered the will to pull away from her embrace, it was with the biggest grin that has ever filled her face. Her big, round green eyes brimmed with emotion as well as tears. And somehow, she exuded an air that felt so grand, massive… and yet she still looked so small. 

And when she spoke, when her lips parted in a whisper, it was as if time had never moved, nothing had ever changed… and their lives together had never been the slightest different. 

"Geth namur, Eshwlyn…" 

The bigger Elf felt her cheek sore, only then realizing the wide smile permanently etched across her own face. Chuckling, blinking, unable to tear her gaze away from her sister, Eshwlyn replied no different. "You smell even worse, actually."

"English," Lenora said, her mouth in a gaping smile and with a glitter of amusement twinkling in her eyes. "Well, this is different."