Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

she had kissed a boy once.

in secret of course. past her territory lines and beyond his own. in a place of neutrality, where only the stars whispered their secrets above them. she remembered his face, how rounded and gentle it was, seemingly sculpted by perfect hands with an intent on making something beautiful. and she remembered the warmth that fluttered in her chest after.

she never saw him again after their kiss. perhaps for the better. but sometimes, she still wonders what happened to him.

makan was not like the boy. his features were not as soft and airbrushed, and his bones seem jagged and jut from his cloak of blackest black. but beauty was not always in such shallow features, iseul knew better than to judge off of appearance anyways. 

his touch was gentle. that is what mattered most to her. 

when he reached to touch her, her eyes had fluttered shut to focus on just what she felt. everything felt in order, correct even. it was something her body welcomed, despite not even knowing his name. young love falls hard, but iseul knows how to get back up and keep trying.

he would know her answer, as now her muzzle comes to brush against his cheek. gentle, soft, slow. it was all the things she liked.