A mysterious farewell

“Feo naora•lin. Thecas•lin caila aeutaori.” I stared. My jaw dropped, and I blinked hard, not really sure if what just happened had really happened. Furrowing my brow in confused shock, I started to say “Irla?” Which would have been rather fitting as it meant “what?” But before I could get it out, Leif Sinclair walked away for the last time. “What did he say?” Apple asked, turning to me. “Return to your forest. Your people must hear your story. I think.” “What do you mean ‘you think?’ Isn’t that niadlic?” Aspen said, a little flabbergasted. “Nope,” I said, smiling, “Northern Elvish.” The Treeo’s eyes widened. “So the legend is true,” breathed Olive, her voice full of wonder and a smirk on her face. “I suppose it is.” I leaned into Aspen, who said “Anyone else wanna come out as Ouyanla while we’re at it, or is that it.” “‘Tis it. That I know of.” We all laughed. “So, where to now?” Apple queried. “I think you already know.”   The Barrier glistened like a great bubble surrounding Najwist Eldiz. I breathed deeply. “Home.”