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

When he sang to her, it felt like she’d finally found someone who really understood her, and let her be true to herself without asking for an explanation. He wasn’t showy, but skilled still with his Melodies. She tended to struggle with her words sometimes, but when Ashlar sang, he seemed to have a natural talent for making his phrases and rhymes flow. 

He flattered her, causing her to blush and tuck her chin against her nest. He seemed to show a bit of sheepishness when he finished singing, so she picked up his melody and continued along with it.

”I did not reach an’ tame de sun,
Ashlar, Chéri, you are de one,
Who sang to me, an’ my heart be won,
Your voice is de nectar for my soul.” She confessed. She drew near again to him, to press herself into his fur as she begged him.
”Stay wid me, Ashlar, please-
For anot’er day, or two at least.
De future can wait, for just some time.
Just here, an’ now- stay an’ be mine.”