He smiled. *I like your eyes. Very pretty.*

The satyr hesitantly steps closer. It seems to be a girl, but he can't tell much else. She's wearing clothing that's sort of like a mix between a hoodie and a dress; she has a hood obscuring most of her face, and it's so long he can't see her feet and it drags along the ground.

He smiled. *whats your name?*

She doesn't reply.

He smield at her.

She stares shyly at the ground.

He flapped down slowly. *its ok. I wont hurt you*

After a long moment, she takes off the hood. Instead of tiny goat ears, she has a pair of large, foxlike ears, which are black with mottled brown and white (like a tortiseshell cat). She has small whiskers, so small they're nearly invisible. She somewhat has a muzzle, but it looks less like a muzzle and more like somebody stretched her face out a little. Most noticeable, she doesn't have hands. Not even prosthetics- they're just uncanny knubs at the ends of her arms.

He smiled at her. *whats your name?* he asked.

She shies away from him again.