Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

the stars were silent. as they always were each night they were arranged in the sky.

some would take comfort in such silence. iseul was not one of those lucky individuals. the silence felt damning in a way as if the stars refused to share the message she so desperately wanted to send to her family. but in the end, stars were stars. they were not like the wolves who roamed, where silence was meant to be antagonizing and spiteful. they were silent as they had been for millions of years, and it was iseul who was left questioning why they were silent in the first place.

Ulrich greets her. iseul feels her ears swivel around to listen to him before she turns her head to look. a small dip of the head and a weak smile, an attempt to hide the recent thoughts that littered her mind. "cold tonight," she says to him, "snow keeps falling." a wiggle of her shoulders helps release the white blanket that had settled onto her parka. and as the snow clumps together behind her, the girl lets her tail thump a bit as an invitation for Ulrich to join her if he wanted to.

"does... ulrich like snow?"