'So, we're off,' came the voice once more.
Eliai had returned to her quarters and was then emptying the cupboards of her belongings. She had worked up enough courage to ask the owner if she could leave for a short while. There was no way she could have explained properly to him as to why exactly she had to go, but he was at least polite about it and gave his consent. Eliai at once glared at the mirror so her sister could see her annoyance. "I'm off, sister. You, on the other hand, are--" She was cut short by a sharp pain in her temples.
'You're too distracted, Eliai. Normally, you're able to ignore me.' There came a chuckle before the voice continued: 'Anyway, you know what I mean.'
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Soon her belongings were packed and she was ready to leave. She turned to look back at the tavern for the last time before she set off in the direction of the Central Kingdom. The thrill of independence swept through her as she begin to sing an old Elven song as she marched. "I wonder if there will be any Elves in the Central Kingdom?" she asked aloud after she paused in her song.
'You're getting too comfortable,' came the voice. But Eliai had guessed that, despite death and the circumstance they found each other in, her still-born twin was always going to be the more curious of the two. That was why she expected the next statement: 'I wonder sometimes, too. Do you think--if there are elves, mind you...Do you think they'll know our song?'
"It's not our song, really. A lot of our kind probably know it. But do you want to sing it with me?" Eliai could see her sister smiling and nodding in her mind's eye. "Okay." The song sounded better in Elven, but Eliai sang in human tongue so that her sister could keep up.
Past the verdant, western grass
Beyond the riling sea,
Lies a land so peaceful:
A land made just for me.
I cast my worries far behind
As I braved that angry storm!
Not one trouble would slow me down
and neither would I conform
to the toss or blow of tempest winds,
set on making me drown.
At last, I'm here!
The isle of my dreams...
The hardships I have cleared...
Alas, it's lonesome,
this island to myself...
What now shall become of me...?
Now I pray
for Another to pass
through that ocean spray.
He'd bring his hands
to my tearstained face
And would promise to live
On that island place.
So past the verdant, western grass
Beyond the riling sea,
I lay in wait for that Other
To come and comfort me.
Eliai breathed before she addressed her sister. "So, did you like that?"
'You were off-key in some parts,' the voice answered.
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