Little excitement passed in the few seconds that Myn had been expecting conflict. Hoping for conflict. [i]No, no, stop it. You're better than this, [/i] Myn thought, silently cursing the way that he was raised; cursing his repressed, beastial nature. The girl had left to go with the man, but it was of little consequence. Myn was lonely, but not that lonely. And it's not as if he could go back into town. He called once over his shoulder. 

"Goodbye forever then." There was a tinge of regret in his voice. She could have been something great in his life. Too late. He started back into the woods, contemplating the nature of the female mind. Whistling again, wakes of water followed him as he continued into the forest, searching for purpose, adventure, anything to get his mind off of that woman.