Bearclaw Valley Galant

this makes me think of her <3

He hadn't known or even really met Evien, so at first Ashlar didn't know what she was referring to.  He'd upset her though.  Ashlar's brow furrowed as his face knit with concern, then fell quietly.  He hadn't meant to do that, and he wondered if maybe his music had reminded her of something she'd rather not think of.  It was like when he heard a song and it whispered of mama's singing.  It made him sad in a way that was both good and bad, a memory of a time that was past, but also a comfort on dark nights when sometimes he could get lonely.

Sorry.  He said quietly, looking at her with apology written deep in his meek golden gaze.  I make songs for friends, s... sometimes.  The bear had been a good friend to him and he seemed to be a good friend to the pack, but maybe she'd rather not hear a song for another friend.  Maybe she would rather have her own?

It would be low and quiet until it wasn't, just like her.  It should slip by until it wanted to command the attention, and once it did, it shouldn't let it slip away.  It should hold them transfixed.  He hummed a few notes, low, then added a small amount of variance, a subtle rhythm.  This one is you, maybe, if... if you wanted?  It would take him a while, to make her one completely.  It was rare he liked a start right away, but the start for her he felt was the easiest part.  He wasn't sure he'd ever find the right words to put to her because words didn't really fit her at all.