I Don't Have A Creative Topic Title (Vixxeh)

Music. It was nice to hear someone playing. Amaranta was peeking around the edge of the Amphitheater, a knit hat pulled over her pointed ears and hair, low pigtails draped over her shoulders. A pink hoof clicked gently in time with the guitar, the satyress' fingers itching for the strings of her harp, but... She didn't want to disturb the boy. She didn't know him, and for all she knew, he might be a satyr hater. Bravery wasn't one of her strong suits. But... the music. Moving closer, only a little, her hooves made light tip-a-tap noises on the floor as she walked.

As she got closer, the hoof clicks got louder. Taking a deep breath, she offered her presence. "You're really good at that..." She spoke, clicking her hooves shyly on the flooring. Uhg, what was she thinking. Boys were trouble, hadn't she learned that yet? But no, here she was, being drawn by the music. Maybe it was a curse, like the satyr boys being drawn to the Hunters.