Chimera Fields i was listening to the ocean

her step brings her nearer, and he meets her halfway. their worlds seem so different—and yet similar, like the song of morning—but suddenly intertwined beneath the sky’s vast expanse.

frea, he echoes softly, as he comes closer. now, the only distance between them is the breath they both breath. her name feels a word carved from the stars themselves.

i luhtar. drengr of forneskja. he holds no grand titles, no lineage—just his name and the weight of his people. yet it is enough. his tail gives a slow wag. he leans forwards, if she allows, and presses a greeting nose to her cheek. breathing in her scent.

he enjoys this closeness beneath her stars. who this bear? he asks, drawing breath in. it is star?