Tehr took the lock of hair with a slight bow of his head.  For half of a second he went to tuck the silken lock into his belt pouch, only to remember that he wasn't wearing it.  A slight flush of embarassment crept into his face and he cleared his throat.  "Thank you kindly my lady.  Maybe some time in the future," he said quietly, "With your permission of course, I might visit you again?"<br/><br/>He closed his eyes for a moment as he concentrated and thought about the song his mother had sang for him as a child.  He went over the song in his own head twice before beginning.  Then clearing his throat again he hummed a note once, and then launched into the song.<br/><br/><em>There was a maiden, young and sweet,<br/>Whose parents left her all alone;<br/>being one year old, she was laid<br/>down on a bed of cold, grey stone.<br/>How she survived nobody knew<br/>for the wood was so dark and cold,<br/>but growing up she learned the truth<br/>and got a heart, as pure as gold.<br/><br/>And every time she ran through the meadows<br/>and every time she sang a song,<br/>there was this silvery light all around her<br/>everywhere she came along.<br/><br/>She did not fear the howling wolves,<br/>she did not fear the blackest night,<br/>they were the family she'd lost<br/>so she grew up in nature's might.<br/>The only thing that frightened her<br/>was when she heard the hunter's shot,<br/>and every time this cruel man came<br/>there was a rain of tears and blood.<br/><br/>And every time she cried for the fallen<br/>and everytime he killed a deer,<br/>oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears,<br/>everytime this man was near.<br/><br/>So she did love and she did hate<br/>and grew a woman, wise and old;<br/>she lived life in a wonderland<br/>with so much magic to behold.<br/>She knew the wood, she knew the wolves,<br/>she knew the deers, they all were one,<br/>they played with owls and unicorns,<br/>but then one day the girl was gone.<br/><br/>And then it rained as if heaven was crying<br/>for the wood´s lady now was dead;<br/>so the beasts carried her to her meadows<br/>and in full bloom was her last bed.</em><br/><br/>His voice cracked once or twice, he screwed up on the cadence, and honestly he had no idea how he sounded in regards to tone.  But he gave it a shot, hoping that she'd find his gift acceptable.  Likewise having his eyes closed and thinking about the song made the spell of the nymph's beauty fade a little and his throbbing erection flagged a little, softening to a semi turgid state.  He paused for a moment after finishing the song.  Allowing the notes to vanish with the wind before he opened his eyes again.   Still clutching the lock of silken hair tightly he took a deep breath and opened his eyes hoping that the nymph would not be displeased.