Two Rivers Isle ricochet

she would have never suspected to hear his voice, not after all of this.

iseul is afraid, and surely matteo would see this in her light step approach towards him. she does not come to search for his gaze as she would have normally, nor to even come close. and her standoffish behavior comes to no fault of his own but rather her own guilt in this situation.

the isle teems with life and yet holds the dead scent of its leaders. iseul's name shall be nothing but history here. but today is not about her, and the story has never been meant to be told from her perspective. surely it is no surprise that the children have grown into their adolescence and they will search for more. but whether iseul is allowed to be apart of this, well, that remained to be seen.

"matteo," she says softly to him, not daring to use the name she had once called him before during his youth, "iseul was worried." her eyes would come to gently glaze over the den, and for a moment iseul sucks in a breath as a weak smile crawls over her face. "iseul remembers day matteo and ines born, right there." what a glorious day that held so much promise, and yet had to come crashing down from her own misdeeds. "seems long ago."

she does not say more, for her reminiscing does nothing but perhaps keep this boy chained to her when he wishes to move on.