Two Rivers Isle the living do.

eating alone felt a bit like a somber action to iseul. she remembered the great dinners and feasts her family held together, all sitting with each other whilst eating, drinking, and speaking to each other as a family. in her many days and nights alone and away from others, iseul had come to grow homesick for the cultural everyday things she used to overlook while with her family.

on one hand, she was going to be able to show makan something that she valued -- time spent with others. on the other hand, he was getting a free meal with it. overall a win-win situation if you asked the girl! so, with her shadow in tow, iseul would come to lead them on a polite march toward her den.

it certainly was not much on the outside. just a humble den with a wide opening. but with an invitational swing of her head, the girl would come to invite him inside. makan would come to see that the den was perhaps larger than his own, and rightfully so. iseul had taken the creative liberty to give herself plenty of room to stand at full height without issue, which meant high ceilings and a low floor.

she had placed the collected leaves and branches by her sleeping place, marked by a large divet in the floor where she slept curled up. the fish would take precedent in the middle, a place where eating often occurred for the girl. she would come to lay down with the fish before her, and she would turn to see if makan was willing to stay, if he had even entered at all!