Restringing day. It was a pain in the butt for Amaranta, but a necessity if she intends to be a good satyress. Can't play songs if your harp's strings snap. So once a month she would check them, tugging harder than usual. Ones that seemed strong still, would stay. Ones that felt flimsy or snapped, were replaced. Now, Ama was used to weird looks. I mean, from the waist up, she was quite the pretty teen girl, braided hair, manicure, make-up. But from the hips down, were goat legs. Auburn hair and fur was well kept, of course, but it still looked...different. Especially on a girl!
But the satyress had gotten over that as she aged a little, maturity setting in. Plucking at her harp gently, she checked the tune and fixed the strings accordingly. Today was going well!