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

She began to move, stepping in and out in a pattern that confused him at first. Then he caught on and curiosity sparked within the bard. Ashlar had never danced before. But it seemed like she wanted him to copy her.

He stepped forward hesitantly at first, watching her to see if he had understood. In, then out, then in again.

Every time he stepped closer, something unknown pressed him on, told him to close the gap completely. In close proximity now, he was extremely aware of her warmth as well as the delicate way that she moved. It startled him with its unexpectedness, but he didn't step back this time. His ears tilted back and his eyes met hers with a mixture of heat and confusion.

Was this okay? Should he be here?

He hadn't gotten close enough to Avicus to feel this kind of draw, nor had he ever experienced it before. The closest he'd come was with Ratio - but that had been emotional. This was instinct. On some level he understood what it meant, that it was a draw usually reserved for mateship. She wasn't his - he wasn't hers. He let out a small, uncertain note.