Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

Cole’s gaze drifted to her, noting the faintest movement of her lips as if speaking to something unseen. Words whispered under her breath, a quiet reverence that hung between them and the fresh kill. For a second, he was struck by the mystery in her expression—the way she lingered before the meal, as though she was summoning something sacred with those two whispered words. He didn’t press, though a curious wonder flickered through his mind, one that he kept guarded, choosing instead to nod in acknowledgment.

With a slow step, Cole joined her, a silent companion to her ritual. Whatever her words meant, they seemed to bring her some form of peace, a part of her own hunt. And he, half-lost in thought, couldn’t help but respect that quiet ritual, watching her begin before he followed.

Cole paused, his gaze steady on Arnarkla as she murmured her quiet words. Curiosity tugged at him, yet he chose his question carefully.

What’s that you’re sayin’? he asked, voice low, almost reverent as if not to disturb the moment. A prayer, maybe?

He waited, his tone more thoughtful than probing, a subtle respect for whatever meaning her words might hold. Seems somethin’ worth sayin’ again, if it’s good enough for you.