Chimera Fields You know me as the girl who plays with fire

She did notice the subtle shakiness in his voice, but she wouldn't say anything about it; he had just sang for her simply because she asked, and she appreciated the gesture. Well, I'm glad that I know your secret, she said, a shy smile finding her lips again. 

He explained where the language came from, offering her a peek into his past. And the grin that he offered in the pause before he spoke again made her heart flutter in her chest. She didn't think she would ever be able to get over how cute he was. When he started speaking again, she pulled her focus from his grin back to his words. A smile spread across her own face as he revealed that he spoke yet another language. She was impressed. She wondered if he knew anymore. She laughed and shook her head at his joke. I don't think it's useless at all, she offered. It's cool that you know multiple languages. 

She nodded when he asked about her knowing a language. Yeah, my mom taught me and my brothers her family's language, she answered, getting to her feet with a languid stretch. Come on, I want to run, she said next, switching to the northern language. Even though he wouldn't understand the words, the invitation was clear on her face. She trotted forward, stopping to look at him over her should and make sure he was following. If so she would turn and sprint forward once again.