Her Utopia.

Orientation

Kanath spoke first, "Azalea, these people are my parents. My father is clan leader Obom Murud and my mother is the clan shaman Alira Murud." The middle aged couple stood side by side were as bronze skinned and youthful looking as everyone in the meadow. The clan leader was very tall and big built with thick but cropped black hair and a goatee beard covering his strong chin, giving him a  intimidating look. However there was the same mischievous glint that Kanath had in his brown eyes which made you think different. The woman introduced as Kanath's mother was the epitome of the saying 'All good things ripen with age'. She was around 5"9 and slim, with long hair that flowed freely past her buttocks, big round eyes that were the most shocking silver but were kind, a straight perfect nose and full lips that were stained red. They both wore white leather clothing and intricate headdresses that looked that they were weaved with spiders silk and pure gold.

Azalea automatically curtsied to show respect however Alira embraced Azalea, lines settling in the corner of her mouth and eyes as she smiled; a shocking contrast to the smooth bronze skin on her face. "It's an honour to meet you both." Azalea bowed her head slightly. The clan leader chuckled in a baritone voice, "If you are the one the prophecies have told us about, it would be us who are honoured to meet you." Confusion washed over azaleas face, "Prophecies? What prophecies? The only prophecy i've heard is 'One cannot live while the other survives' " She giggled as she put on her best Lord Voldemort impression.

There was a silence and it was the family's turn to look confused. Azalea laughed awkwardly, "Harry Potter? No?" Alira ignored the comment and turned to face her son who was still smiling, a look of annoyance washed over her. "Kanath! Wipe that grin off your face you fool, how does she not know about the prophecies?" Kanath blushed a little and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck. "Well, mother.. I.. Uh.." "You mean to tell me you haven't told the poor girl anything? She has just come into our world, do you expect her to just guess what's going on?" 

Azalea watched in humorous disbelief as the warrior-like Kanath was being chided by his mother. A few minutes passed and Kanath was still trying to get a word in past his mothers insults and Obom let out a laugh at Azaleas facial expression. "You look shocked, you shouldn't be. My wife has the worst temper in Lorelei." Alira shot Obom a deadly look and it was his turn to receive her wrath, "That doesn't mean you love me any less, correct?" 

Obom stuttered, "N-n-no of course not dear!" Everyone laughed at this, it was funny how both Kannath and his father were terrified of Alira despite her thin frame and kind face. Azalea decided to speak. "I'm truly sorry to interrupt but what's Lorlay?" Alira shot another dirty look at her son before looking at Azalea with a sympathetic expression. "You mean Lorelei honey, it will take a while to explain so it is more fitting if we sit down and talk about this properly. But in short Lorelei is the island that we're on now."

Confusion just settled deeper into Azalea's expression and Alira sighed. "If only Icarus had brought you, you would've had a lot more information than you do now."  At the mention of Icarus, Kanath scowled and his chin raised a little in defiance. "I could've done the job, I just thought it would be better if it came from the leaders of the tribe." Obom chuckled at the challenging tone in his sons voice and gestured towards the bottom of the meadow where the river starts from nowhere. His booming voice spoke "Let us take this into the comfort of our home, shall we? There you can sit comfortably and Kanath and Icarus can explain everything to you while we make your place of stay ready for your arrival."

Everyone nodded as they wouldn't dare to argue and started towards the bottom of the meadow. Azalea could feel the stares and whispers all around her, the people had stopped what they were doing to gawp at her, some in wonder & some in disgust. She could already imagine what they were thinking: her silver-blond hair was too light, her 5"3 height was too short, her voluptuous curves were too much, her olive skin was too light compared to the bronze skin that was the norm. The only thing that was similar to the glorious race was her grey eyes which seemed like nothing in correlation to the silver eyes of Alira.