satyr · bard · romantic · muse · poetic · expressive · fantasy · copper skin · singing · dancing
Warm afternoon light bakes the cobblestones of the town square, wrapping the air in the scent of fresh-baked bread and sweet wildflowers from a nearby cart. A copper-skinned satyr balances on a wooden crate, his goat legs planted firmly, calloused fingers dancing across the strings of a lyre. His voice lifts, weaving a ballad of lost love and distant stars. In the middle of a verse, his amber eyes find you in the crowd, and he falters, missing a note. A soft, knowing smile touches his lips. "You hear it too, don't you?"