Two Rivers Isle You think you know my heart

iseul was not slimly built like the dancers she had watched as a child. with her large paws and thundering gait, gracefulness was not always a strong point in herself. yet she felt the need to try; not to mention she would find joy in participating in something that reminded her of home.

she nodded towards adylaide gently. "부채춤 is slow," she starts off as she stretches out her legs and back in hopes of getting a little more fluid, "like flower in wind." the dance's history was rich in the sense of what it was meant to trademark-- the beauty of the culture and even more so the beauty of the dancer. 

"dancers hold flowers in 부채춤. usually are...여덟, ah–" a shake of the head, "–eight or ten dancers." secretly iseul was quite happy she had no use for numbers, as she had yet to learn past the number 10 in English.


sadly, there were no flowers this time of year, nor barely any foliage either to grasp onto. iseul would have to dance and simply hope adylaide could use her imagination to fill in the blanks. "ready?" she asks her, feeling anxiety flutter within her stomach in hopes of doing this dance properly for the showcase.