Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

From the Hinterlands their voices danced until they reached the ears of the young boy. He knew not who they were or their stories, but knew only of the pull that drives him to join them. 

He remains in the shallows of the river as he tips his head to the sky and releases his own song, thinking of Ines, of Iseul and the Isle that is their home.

And he thinks of mama and papa too, hoping wistfully to hear their voices somewhere in the crowd.