Knowing that they were not in a dangerous situation, Saeril allowed her hair to wave freely in the gentle wind. Figuring that her actions showed enough of her respect towards the Durin Princess, the winged she-elf stood back to her full height, but before she could, Dis already wrapped her arms around her neck. It surprised the she-elf for a moment, but she closed her eyes and returned the gesture, placing her hands on the Dwarven woman’s back. It has been [i]so[/i] long, since they last talked or seen each other. 

“Where have you been?”, Dis softly asked her. “In places, your majesty”, her friend answered, with a bit of solemn in her voice. “Please don’t call me that. It’s just ‘Dis’ and ‘Daughter of Durin’”, she corrected in such a patient and friendly manner. She pulled back from Saeril, allowing the said-she-elf to stand back to her full height. Hearing the other she-elf, who appeared to be a lot younger, Dis chuckled and smiled, while nodding her head in greeting. “And you must be...”