such a haunting melody

He was vaguely aware of the branches and bushes being moved within the forest blood work, but his mind was lost to magic of the Fossegrim. It was these moments which he grew fond of now; mind lost to a mild high and Maeva mumbling under his petite toes. He had lost everything else, but then again had he ever had anything? He'd always been a gypsy of sorts; never having a set home and always enjoying the company of numerous midnight lovers. That was his life. That was his existence. He would forget of everything else, of all the heartache and of all the loss. He knew only a quarter of himself (what with the loss of an eye and half of a leg) and Maeva, who continued to mumble about a guest watching nearby.

He would open his cobalt eye, keeping the blind one closed as it had no use anyway, and peek toward the lady. Or huldre? A lazy, toothy smirk slipped onto his lips as he opened both eyes and gazed toward the forest nymph, Ja, sie sind in den Bäumen. Shhh. And with that, he motioned her to come with a flick of a finely chiseled chin and stepped gently toward the nearest tree. He grinned once more in her direction before placing a perked ear against the bark and humming along with the tune in his head.