Two Rivers Isle From Peru to Cebu, hear the power of Babylon

He eventually found someone, though it wasn’t a guardian. Rather, she wasn’t guarding anything except, perhaps, her fishing spot. Atreus slowed, eyes fixed on the would-be fisher, waiting to watch her work. He remembered fishing with Ink and felt a small pang deep in his breast. But then the stranger caught sight of him and the weight of her gaze compelled him to move closer and properly announce himself.

Hello, he greeted, careful to mind not just his manners but his posture as he approached the outer bank of the stream where she was partially submersed. I don’t mean to intrude or anything. My name is Atreus and I’m a scout just out here… scouting, he said a little foolishly, smiling a little at the way it came across.

Atreus fell silent, allowing her to respond. Much of her body was hidden by the water and he did not want to look at her too directly, though he caught glimpses of what he thought was a solid build and peridot eyes that really contrasted the earthy hues of her pelt. She was pretty, though not as striking as Ink, an intrusive thought which he immediately suppressed.