Chimera Fields My mother told me

Galen welcomed the closer proximity - it made it feel less like an interrogation, and more like something casual. It was a fleeting sanctuary in his more alone lifestyle.

He listened keenly, letting her talk and talk, absorbing each word she said with an obvious pensiveness. Each had a value, and it was clear he was respectful of them all. It wasn't a question of if he believed her, it was a certainty that she believed all she said. He had never had such a full belief in something like that, ever. It was admirable.

It doesn't sound so frightening that way, He spoke after a long pause after she had finished. He looked markedly more at peace, even despite the tiny flecks of turmoil that still haunted him. His eyes shone genuine as Galen looked to her, meeting her gaze again. Thank you..

He looked flummoxed then, a tiny frown on his features. Forgive me. I am Galen.