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

a ruddy boy with soft corners comes to fill her view, seemingly blessed by the two celestial bodies that harbored his eyes. and with him, he carries a scent she cannot recognize, perhaps from a land far from the isle and the hinterlands.

there was rigidity within her, though it would come to relax when she hears his words. not only does he introduce himself, but he does so in a respectful manner. while other inhabitants of the isle did not view it as important, to Iseul, respect was everything. in fact, it was not something she believed needed to be earned -- it was something that everyone deserved -- and it was something that others could lose, not necessarily earn.

the isle leader comes to bow her head, neck curling to where her forehead could nearly skim the water's surface. and when she comes to lift her gaze to look over Atreus, there is a kind glint in her eye as she speaks. "This Two Rivers Isle," she comes to say to him, "Iseul, leader." a paw comes from the water and comes to touch her neck, a visible guide of it being her name.

"Where Atreus from?" she comes to ask him politely, "from away? or close?"