Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

he repeated the word to her, and the girl offers him a smile with a nod of the head. he had managed to at least get her name right, so that was already proof the man could at least pick up a few words. perhaps not full sentences, but words that he could use to convey his feelings, or perhaps even secret messages. and perhaps iseul would be able to use her mother tongue in her new home, which would bring about a sense of pride yet homesickness within her.

"Kujo is, ah, different." phonetically, alphabetically -- pretty much everything about the language was foreign in this land. she would hold no grudges against those who would try to learn, but maybe not flourish as quickly as they wanted. "but there are good things about it," she sounds a bit stilted trying to convey her idea but pushes onward, "others here don't speak Kujo. it is, ah, like secret." well, secret language is really what she had meant to get across to him, but maybe he'd pick up what she was putting down.

"first word iseul teach," she says with a little more confidence, "is 늑대.  wolf." perhaps not the most exciting, but being able to say what you are, or perhaps even that you see others of your kind is an important message to be able to say. "ne-ug-day." she would say to him slowly, as she knew the pronunciation was often the biggest hump to get over.