Totoka River Stairway to heaven

Polite, just like the mountainous man of the other day that she had found not so far from here, gazing at the island in the same way. Was every boy that turned up at this spot destined to be some kind of gentleman? If so, perhaps she ought to hang around. It would certainly be a nice break from the arguementative and wholly different relatives of hers. 

His dipped head reminds her of the bowing back home, which only serves to appease her further. Greetings, boy. I see you look at island... A pause, as if for theatrical effect, and then- Do you know of it? I am empress there. She introduces, though holds off her name for now.