Chimera Fields My mother told me

Íruna watched Galen closely, sensing the shift in his demeanor as he spoke. She felt the weight of his words settle between them, and there was a quiet understanding in his uncertainty. Her lavender eyes remained steady on him, soft but unwavering, as if willing him to find the comfort he sought.

"Luhtar is trusted," she said gently, a quiet smile coming to fall unto her beautiful face. "Everyone is trusted in Forneskja. The forest's heart holds us in harmony. Her balance grounds us all."

She let a pause linger, allowing Galen’s nervous energy to settle, her own posture easing slightly to reflect the shift. “If he spoke to you of Forneskja, it must mean he sees something in you,” Íruna did not seem to question it. Most were welcome within the heart of Forneskja if they were willing to work. She stepped forwards despite Galen's reluctance, despite the way he continued to put distance between them. “Forneskja is a home worth sharing. We do not speak of this place lightly.”

Her lavender eyes steadied on his again, and she reached out with a tender foreleg to press her paw to the man's thick chest fur. “Perhaps the gods meant for your paths to cross. For him to guide you, and you to find what it is you’re searching for. A home.”