Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

he looks at her, bewildered by her actions. yet he does not look away or bare his teeth as a sign of disliking her actions. maybe it was childish to have done such a thing, though iseul cannot deny the addicting feeling of freedom she has within the isle.

her home was much more conservative about these sorts of things. the focus was always on presenting oneself in a respectable way, and despite the fact that things may feel difficult or overwhelming, it was always a matter of showing that you were still able to compose yourself. it was certainly emotionally taxing for iseul and often she struggled with her feelings at home.

yet she felt as if she flourished in the isle. she was allowed to feel what she was feeling and embrace the good things and bad things that came with it. and she held no fear of her parents knowing and judging her. perhaps that was the greatest freedom of all here.

the girl tilts her head and wonders what he may do besides just look at her. but perhaps that's all he could think to do after such a forward movement. perhaps a bit too forward? instead of trying to seemingly ensnare him, she'd rather he do things on his own terms. so, she sits still with her head cocked to see if he may return the favor or do something else.