The crisp morning air wafted through the thick forest of Kelethin, softly sweeping the wooden platforms high above the ground free of dirt and fallen leaves. Robins sang merrily from the rooftop of the bards’ guild as the two travel-weary elves rode the secreted lift up from the forest floor. A nod from the sentry warmed their hearts for it had been many years since last they had returned to their home in the sky.

The soft sound of Azzuri’s staff tapping the wooden planks as they walked along reminded Llyria of their many walks together during their youth, of their blossomed kinship.

“So long sister,” Azzuri whispered, drawing Llyria close as he rested his check upon her flaken hair. They stood together, enveloped in the comfortable silence of the memories that danced before them.

Old friends and family watched the couple from nearby taverns, drinking their morning refreshers, giving them the peace and serenity of an unbroken dawn, high above the ground, in the arms of Tunare herself.

“Welcome home Azzuri and Llyria.”

They whispered, soft smiles upon their faces.