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

they were different, as differences were meant to be. but iseul paid little attention to his smaller stature or more willowy build in comparison to her own body of muscle and fur. instead, she listens to his melody and watches his body with a flickering gaze, wondering what he may do next.

and when he begins to slide his front end down, iseul feels as if a firecracker was lit underneath her. she has not played in some time since the separation between her and her sister. those days were dark and often it was hard to find the right time and setting to even think about light-hearted and childish things like play.

but times have changed, and perhaps for the better. iseul comes to her own play position, front paws tapping about excitedly as she returns the invitation to makan. her heart felt as if it may lift off to soar. a playful and light growl is offered to him, wavering in pitch as she wiggles about with a wagging plume.