Arrow Lake sweet nothing

"hi sad!" she pipped up, automatically shortening it as she did to all the name's she'd come to learn; the length of her family's names had demanded it, and now it was habit. "I'm Isi. I'm patrolling," she announces, stressing the word as if it's some great and noble undertaking, which in her mind, it surely is. idea pops into her mind, and she asks, "come with?" together, they might be better at protecting diaspora from anything and everything that may want to cross their border.