Iseldura! I really missed you. Is that you?!"

Isseldora hugs the other woman tightly and pulls her into a strong, gentle, spontaneous embrace. The other woman sighs indifferently and replies in the old Norse language...

Iseldura: "Ek saknaða þín, Svetlana!"

Sevatlana recoiled, clearly bewildered and astonished by the strange words she had never understood in her entire life.

"Why are you still speaking in this strange language? It's like... ugh, damn it! I can't understand you anymore, iseldora."

Larvi and Lorfi observed the interaction between the two women and Sevatlana's sullen response regarding language.

iseldura reached out and pushed a strand of her blonde hair, with curls, behind her ear, and answered again with a shrug, feigning incomprehension.

_"What's wrong with you when you're here!?"

She spoke, her heterochromatic eyes shifting between Svetlana and the two standing Larovi and Lorvi, who were also nearby.

Sevatlana tapped with a sullen, gentle grumbling and annoyance.

"Oh dear, how could I forget that I don't know how to speak to you in your language? Call me Lioyaro right now! Honestly, you know..." She turned and placed her hand on Iseldura's shoulder with a light pat.

"You know something, I don't know how, but I used to talk to you when we were little, maybe in sign language or something like that."

She gestured towards Larvi, who turned and picked up Iseldora's bag. Iseldora's eyes remained fixed on the bag as Larvi carried it...

Sevatlana gestured with her hand and stepped aside

"Please, please!! Oh, iseldura, she grabs her arm and pulls her towards the chair..."