Chimera Fields My mother told me

Thank you, His gratitude was bashful, front paws sliding closer to one another, an almost nervous gesture. His eyes skated anywhere but her, only looking him to catch her gaze before dancing away again. He couldn't begin to verbalize it, as his great heart pitter-pattered in his chest, savoring her name in return. Íruna, it was a beautiful sound.

Surely peace is easy to find with one as wise as you in Forneskja, He found it in himself to compliment her, fighting through his own anxieties to impress something of kindness to her. Anything to give back just a fraction of the stability she had gifted him.

He bowed his head as she gave her well wishes and her clear hope. It felt wrong to deny them. His voice was warm, but his ears tipped forward - eyes not quite serene, but calmer. I'll keep that in mind. Fare well, Íruna.

good 2 me :P