Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

spring and summer tended to be everyone's favorite times of the year. the only voices she had ever heard in support of winter and even fall were the ones who came from lands of only ice and snow. the tundra-dwellers were perhaps better equipped for such extreme weather, however, and had more knowledge and experience when it came to survival in such a frigid place. but despite the rough conditions, they had learned to call it home and adapt.

this was something that iseul was still learning how to do at a young age, adapting to her surroundings successfully. it was difficult at first, with the language barrier remaining as the heaviest of blockades in her path. yet she persisted, the same as the others seemingly do when they must overcome something. perhaps this was what united all of them on the isle -- the idea that no matter what, they will persist and move onward, no matter the challenges they have faced so far.

"sometimes," she offered honestly, "snow comes before spring, it is..." here she struggled to find the word for a few seconds before popping up "needed. they balance." it was what her mother taught her, that the seasons must cycle through in order to give room for the other to breathe. 

"iseul met adylaide," she wondered if Ulrich was bored with the weather talk, "그녀는 아름답다." iseul always felt as if her voice wavered when she spoke, though it grew steady and seemingly beamed when she spoke in her native tongue. but upon the realization of who she was talking to, the girl made an audible fumble, a little embarrassed 'ah' sound realizing that ulrich probably had no idea what she said.

"beauty," she reassures him, "adylaide is beauty."