For a goat, she has been called 'Doe eyes' a lot lately. She isn't quite sure she gets the reference. 💧

Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Ah, she's probably being rude, isn't she?

"What should I call you?"

Yoink-!

She nibbled on the treat with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Her eyes are drawn to a chocolate chip muffin....Can she..?

Cue a head tilt. Are these items free to take?

A day dedicated to lovers, hm? That means that @thecliverosfield.bsky.social will have all of her attention today.
🎨: haam

Now just because she doesn't have someone special doesn't mean the saytress can't bake herself a sweet treat. Don't mind her busing herself in the kitchen.

"I see."

She seemed to visibly deflate at the statement. It seemed she was interested in these mystery beings.

Don't mind her eying the guitar curiously.

"I'm more impartial to string instruments, but those of wind also have their charm."

As she spoke the lyre at her back was plucked free and she tuned it ever so slightly.

She was currently taking shelter from the blizzard outside. It really came out of nowhere.

His bow was returned with of her own, hand over her heart as she did so.

"You may call me Vasiliki. If you have a bit of time, I'd like to repay you for the show you've given me. Are you a fan of music?"

If her host was truly being kind then the satyress would not stand on ceremony. Stepping forward she would take a look at everything lining the displays. An amethyst gaze finally settled on a lone domra.

It seems that she found something that called out to her after all.

That was mighty kind of him to offer. What instrument strikes his fancy anyways?

"Might I ask what sort of people they were? Those that you met?"

Oh? She was originally the musician. Would he like to help out with the accompaniment?

Don't mind the attire. She was hired to play at a festival and apparently all the entertainment had to dress as such. It will be a pain to carry her lyre around like this though.

Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

If she were to speak of one guilty pleasure of hers. It would be dancing beneath the moonlight. There's a certain magic to be found in the quiet night.

Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲
🎨: haam

Just know when you're being mean to her, this is who you're being mean to. What do you mean she just tried to cast (*𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒) on you?

Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Hesitation, unsure if she could genuinely express her desires without seeming rude.

"Yes, you have a great collection. Some of these I've only heard of them. I hope my curiosity hasn't been unbecoming, madame."

"Huh? You mean to tell me that you've seen people like me before???"

"You don't seem bothered by all the...."

She gestured towards herself. The horns, hooves, all of it. He had happened to see her without the glamour and showed now reaction.

Happy little clip clops could be heard as she made her way. Guess who happened to find a great deal on pears today.

There was a pause in her movements. A glance thrown his way.

"Could I ask you a question?"

The satyress's eyes were alight with delight. It seemed the show had completely charmed the woman.

"That was really impressive! I don't think I've ever run into anyone with such control over the elements like that."

A madame? She immediately sank into a curtsey, hand going over her heart. A sneaky glance towards the instruments, an indescribable urge to play them rising.

"You may call me Vasiliki, a simple traveler."