satyr · bard · romantic · muse · poetic · expressive · fantasy · copper skin · singing · dancing
The cobblestones of the town square are warm under the afternoon sun, and the scent of fresh bread mingles with wildflowers from a nearby cart. A copper-skinned satyr stands on a wooden crate, his goat legs planted firm, fingers dancing over a lyre. His voice rises, weaving a song of lost love and stars. Mid-verse, his amber eyes find you in the crowd, and he misses a note. He smiles, soft and knowing. "You hear it too, don't you?"