The gods were mumbling in my mind, and I tried to block them out. It made no sense why I was randomly selected for a fated relationship, but then again, I didn't know anything about this land's customs. So this, was more than unusual for me. Back home, the gods would speak of fated souls, only in instances where they were chosen as fated before birth, when their souls would first make an appearance, right before their bodies were alive. It made sense then, because of the way I had been raised, but here, I didn't know why it was still something I had never thought about, what they believed in here, and what happened here.

My eyes watched him, carefully as I sat there. I wondered why I had been chosen with him. Part of me was curious as to where the gods had planned on this to go, but at the same time, I didn't want to be pressed into his life, unless I was welcomed into it, but then again, that's my mind running further ahead than it should. I was drawn out of my thoughts when I swore I heard him murmur. I blinked to clear my thoughts, fire-lava eyes focusing on him once more. I tried to focus on the here and now, and ignore my thoughts, because they weren't helping me any at this point. My heart kept changing its pace, one minute it was steady, the next, it would beat in such a tattoo like rhythm that I thought I was going crazy.

Navarre spoke again and once again, I thought for a moment. He spoke of feeling it too and I wondered what he felt, compared to what I felt. "I keep hearing the saying 'ola me ka make', which means fated, and I'm not sure what it's meaning." I paused, my eyes briefly flicking up to the sky, almost as if I was looking for the gods. "Back home, the elders used it when they spoke of the gods choosing fated mates, those whose souls were chosen to be together before they were born, but I'm not so sure what it means here. Do you?" I felt so confused. I didn't know what it was, I didn't know if the lore was the same here, as it was home.

I found myself losing myself in my thoughts again, not that I wanted to. I didn't know what this was, but something was different. He spoke again, and I found it snapping me out of my thoughts quickly, again. "Ahh, two months? Maybe less maybe more. Not long enough to learn anything about this place. At all. I feel like I'm growing more and more confused as it goes. How about you?" Maybe just figuring out more about him would help this process. Whatever this was, that is.