Thinking, Thinking and Most Important Thinking (QueenVixen)

As he would sit, he would hear the sound of a harp being played. Gently, with nimble, expert fingers. The sound of it would bring a wave of calm through the area, like a magical hush. Upon following the plucking, one would find a satyress, sitting on a stump, playing a lyrical tune on her harp, made from strong, beautiful bronze. Manicured fingers plucked along the strings, making the strange, magical sounds. Medium brown hair lay gently along one shoulder. The female satyr was wearing make-up, applied expertly, her dress neat and clean. Her hooves were painted cream to match the tones of her dress.

"Amaranta." Looking up, she stopped her playing, settling the harp into a harness on her hip. "You?" Standing, Ama started walking. She didn't like practicing around others, especially Heroes. He would realize why she'd made so little noise walking. Her pedicured hooves made very little noise walking through the leaves, probably from practice and age.