Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

it held no meaning he knew of, but perhaps iseul would be able to come up with her own meaning for his name. it was a bit imaginative and perhaps even childish. but she had no reason to put away her childish things, they helped her see the light in her situation. even more so, they would help add meaning to things and significance to others when she thought of them.

"it could mean something that you want," she would suggest to him politely, "you make own meaning to Ulrich." perhaps he'd come up with something, or he'd just assume she was just being friendly with no suggestions of her own. either way, it was food for thought.

and when the man next to her speaks again, his pronunciation is strong as he repeats his words back to iseul. a proud smile etches itself onto her features. Ulrich may never know how refreshing it was for iseul to hear the words of her homeland in her ears from another. and perhaps the man would take comfort in the face that he knew words to bring himself closer to his civilians. "yes," she would come to tell him, "all sound correct. very impressive!" kujo was certainly one of the most difficult languages to learn, but with a few basic words Ulrich managed to sound a little more grounded in her tongue.