The elven family headed home in their own district, in which their race was quite commonly roaming the streets. Elves bustled through the streets alongside humans and other similar races, all either shopping or searching for children, or just roaming around and socializing. Mildor would walk alongside his father, observing the people walk around and live in harmony. They'd make it to the southern portion of the district before they would reach their own home, in which the duo's father would open the front door and step in, setting down Aegnith and making sure Mildor bustled on in before he shut the door.

Their mother came from the kitchen area, and let out a relieved gasp, going to her children and kneeling down to embrace them, gently holding the back of their heads as she kissed their temples. "Oh my goodness, I was so worried about you two!" Aegnith clutched to her mother, while Mildor tried to calm her. "Mama, we're okay. Nothing happened to us."

She gave a soft sigh and weakly smiled at her son. "But something could have happened. That's what I'm worried about."