The muse was so focused that she didn't hear him coming. Which was not surprising, because despite her hooves, if a satyr does not want to be heard, he is as stealthy as a fairy herself.
The satyr was small, just a boy. I touch her on the shoulder and wait for the muse to turn. But she was so inspired that I ignore it.
-Would give. - he whisper in her ear.
The muse slowly opened her eyes, letting the poor mortal novelist lean back in his chair and wait for more inspiration.
-Yes? - I ask something serious.
-He's here- he whisper.
-Who?
-The god, the one who managed to get to the campfire the other day.
-Oh ... - Daria looked in all directions, no muse was paying attention to them. Each was in her activities.
Daría nodded to the satyr, who after smiling at him walked away. The mus
