For a goat, she has been called 'Doe eyes' a lot lately. She isn't quite sure she gets the reference. 💧 Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Cue a head tilt. Are these items free to take?

A day dedicated to lovers, hm? That means that @thecliverosfield.bsky.social will have all of her attention today. 🎨: haam

Now just because she doesn't have someone special doesn't mean the saytress can't bake herself a sweet treat. Don't mind her busing herself in the kitchen.

"I see." She seemed to visibly deflate at the statement. It seemed she was interested in these mystery beings.

Don't mind her eying the guitar curiously.

She was currently taking shelter from the blizzard outside. It really came out of nowhere.

If her host was truly being kind then the satyress would not stand on ceremony. Stepping forward she would take a look at everything lining the displays. An amethyst gaze finally settled on a lone domra. It seems that she found something that called out to her after all.

That was mighty kind of him to offer. What instrument strikes his fancy anyways?

"Might I ask what sort of people they were? Those that you met?"

Oh? She was originally the musician. Would he like to help out with the accompaniment?

Don't mind the attire. She was hired to play at a festival and apparently all the entertainment had to dress as such. It will be a pain to carry her lyre around like this though. Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

If she were to speak of one guilty pleasure of hers. It would be dancing beneath the moonlight. There's a certain magic to be found in the quiet night. Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 🎨: haam

Just know when you're being mean to her, this is who you're being mean to. What do you mean she just tried to cast (*𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒) on you? Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Hesitation, unsure if she could genuinely express her desires without seeming rude. "Yes, you have a great collection. Some of these I've only heard of them. I hope my curiosity hasn't been unbecoming, madame."

"Huh? You mean to tell me that you've seen people like me before???"

"You don't seem bothered by all the...." She gestured towards herself. The horns, hooves, all of it. He had happened to see her without the glamour and showed now reaction.

Happy little clip clops could be heard as she made her way. Guess who happened to find a great deal on pears today.

There was a pause in her movements. A glance thrown his way. "Could I ask you a question?"

A madame? She immediately sank into a curtsey, hand going over her heart. A sneaky glance towards the instruments, an indescribable urge to play them rising. "You may call me Vasiliki, a simple traveler."

First thing was first, preheating the oven then setting out the dry ingredients and mixing them together first. Low hums could be heard from her as she worked, an ever present smile on her lips.

She isn't well versed in the art of flowers, but she thinks they are lovely all the same.

Sneezes! Hopefully she isn't catching anything.

A bright smile greeted her. Hopefully, the fact that she was just silently listening wasn't off-putting. "I hope that you didn't mind. I have an interest in the arts, you see."

"It's going to be the best thing you've ever tasted, trust me." She started to look around the kitchen for the necessary ingredients. Hums could be heard from her as she looked around.

While the sight was anything but welcoming the satyress was more inclined to believe her ears. A song that happy couldn't come from a tainted soul. It'd be a shame to disrupt the performance so she stood silently to listen.

"If you don't mind, that'd be perfect." With that she hurried into the house. True to her word she didn't take long, perhaps six minutes tops to return properly dressed in a blue dress this time.

She visibly perked up, amethyst eyes practically shining in excitement. "Honey cakes! They taste heavenly, especially after a long hard day or if you need a pick me up." As the spoke that goat tail of hers couldn't help but wiggle in excitement.

Morning shall see her just roll even tighter into her bedroll. Does she /have/ to get up?

It's been far too quiet.

She knew that look quite well. It was one that told her that it was time to pivot to another topic. “So, I’m guessing I’ll just be assisting in this endeavor. Is there anything you’d like me to start with first?”

Don't mind her getting closer to the source of the music.

Everyone seems excited for Valentine's Day. It certainly is an exciting time. She enjoys taking advantage on all of the deals available for the day. Even if she doesn't have anyone to spend it with. Given the hooves and everything, not many hold interest in her like that. 💧

"I should have a spare dress in my room. If you give me a moment, I could just go grab it." She stood to move, wrapping the blanket close around her.

"A bit, I haven't had a chance to grab lunch given I was trapped for a bit." Cue a sheepish chuckle.

"It sure do-" Her sentence was interrupted by a aloud stomach rumble.

!!! Is that an organ she hears?

Just know when you're being mean to her, this is who you're being mean to. What do you mean she just tried to cast (*𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒) on you? Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

૮( Θ ˕ Θ )ა: Update for interactions, if it's a modern setting then the hooves and everything are hidden with a glamour. If it's DnD or fantasy based then she isn't hiding anything. Read here for more details: melodichooves.carrd.co#verses

Given his actions so far and the features (horns and hooves) that she had hidden via a glamour, the woman had no leg to stand on when it comes to judging others. "Well, it's nice to meet you Bucky. Thank you for helping me." She even offered her hand in greeting. It seemed he had >

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬. 𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓊𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈… #OCRP - #MVRP 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉…

"It truly does sound like you had a very warm family." His memory brought a smile to her lips.

That's a relief to hear!

"Oh wow, it seems we will have a lot of room to work with when we start."