Chimera Fields i was listening to the ocean

look whispers bear.

frea feels her eyes narrow, eyes fixated on that brighter light marking her star’s nose. glee, not her own, wraps the words she must strain to hear.

look whispers bear in joy.

she looks and has to hold on a gasp. he is like bear given shape, large and heavy-set, and the raven feels the distant flutter of heart-wings in her chest. how she had not heard him approach, she does not know, but his voice rumbles like thunder. liefrdottir is frozen, somewhere between awe and the shared glee with the bear star. her breath visibly hitches, white spooling between her teeth like she exhales starstuff.

many greetings rises the ocean of her voice.

do you enjoy them too? it is enjoyment for those who did not attend the star-scattered halls of starfall, but even frea finds enjoyment in them when not looking for hers.