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[thatinyourpipe]

It was spring which meant the longtime sulking satyr god had come out of hiding to celebrate. There would be nightly pipe playing and dancing in the woods out back. Today he was bouncy, and tapping his hooves to a happy beat in the bar. He had on his usual skirt for decorum (silly bar rules), but he's happy for several reasons and willing to share

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Pan grinned and winked back at her, "Isn't spring wonderful?"

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While the lady's blue hair made him think of a naiad a little.

"Oh yes it is, first day was yesterday. Everything's waking up."

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"Well out back, spring is returning. And oh call me Pan. Most do." There was something wild about him. Something suggesting deep ancient forests, places in remote wilderness and mountains that most never see.

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"Satyr, but also like the god. Well, not like so much as is the god. Me."