An Elf's Tale, Part 9

After a few more attempts at farewell that wouldn't stick, the human finally waved goodbye for the final time before disappearing deep into the darkness of the sinking horizon. 

"Nes'na van termifu keln, Eshwlyn?" Lenora remarked upon finally losing sight of her fading, shrinking figure. "Hal'man Elvan dorinur kotor?

Eshwlyn poured the content of the stew into two separate bowls, passing over the bigger portion into the shivering hands of her sister. 

"Navilan…" She responded, blowing away the swirl of hot steam. "Nesna… navilan…"

"Sona no?" Lenora smiled at her, a dubious brow steadily rising. "Za Nes'na… Terra nar… dorinar ko?" 

"Nes."