The Tangle [M] And roar beside the lions thinking how is it so easy

The quiet man had no time for her words, it seemed, and she was made to feel as though she’d been foolish to think that they both might have been interested in her. Just when she thought she might be precious to them, she felt unwanted. 

Ashlar’s doleful expression and posture appeared in part apologetic, and seemed to express some guilt. The moment he’d clapped eyes on Augur, he had wilted. 

She’d worried that men might war to claim her- but it was clear now that neither of the two were the sort to attempt to possess a woman through a show of strength. And for one who did not desire to be won through barbaric terms, she was at least somewhat relieved.

She could sense that Augur was nearby- but it appeared very clear he never Ashlar would have nothing to do with one another. Had he hung around in sight, she might have been forced to make a choice- but as it was, he’d crept off into the darkness. In part she still yearned for him, but such longing was easily forgotten when she had hope that the bard might still hold some affection for her. 

She hummed a gentle tune- half a melody, only, and let it linger on the air between them as a question only he, she felt, could finish.