The soft sound of crickets, the wind blowing and the babbling waters of the river were all Arin heard. Glowing blue eyes gazed at a flower. Legs crossed, Arin sat and stared, watching a small bug. Too busy to notice someone approaching, Arin turned at a twig snap, fixing an intimidating gaze on Anon. “Hola, no esperaba ver a nadie más tan lejos en la isla.” (Hello, I didn’t expect to see anyone else this far out on the island.)