'Brother' Nuala sighed softly as she watch him walk away, her instincts told her - begged her - to follow. Her father, still distraught from the loss of his wife, wouldn't survive losing her as well as Nuada.
She turned to look at her fathers form, his back was to her, still unknowing of the departure of his only son. Her gaze shifted back to Nuada's retreating form, her gaze mournful as he disappeared from sight. She turned to face the race of Man, only to bow her head and stare at the hem of her dress.
'Goodbye'
