<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/501567062359932930/975560091807911976/IMG_2089.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Juniper the Satyress<br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Bard Professor<br/><strong>Time|Date:</strong>May 1st<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White off shoulder blouse| Long brown skirt (perfect for dancing)| Traveling boots (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/4011087165240319/)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Itching to dance| Socializing| Having fun<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Observation gardens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Finn, Barauil (Through Ferrow the finch)<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Her staff can shift to a lyre with her Palisman riding on her horns<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Ah a new semester, a new batch of newts, and the chance to reacquaint with those who she had had the pleasure of teaching before; the newt version of Juniper would have been in awe of what her current self had achieved. After all there had always been those whom felt the half bred of a satyr would have been unable to amount to anything aside from merriment (with or without clothes) and prose for pennies, the common rural child who’s head was in the clouds with a dream that most simply didn’t give faith towards. It only made her wide smile upon graduating from Klasverry that much more satisfying to those who had judged her beforehand, earning her place and continuing that dream of passing on her inspiration to younger minds in the way<em>she</em>wanted rather than the stiff outline of those hardened in the old ways.<br/><br/>The Great Titan would have surely wished for the civilization he had helped create to look to the future, growing and thriving in adaptation as not only had Glawoer was pushing its own limits, magic too would evolve and needed to be embraced as ever changing. Juniper’s style of teaching was seen as out of the box and limitless in its new found ways, yet it made a connection with those she taught, and so the privilege to continue her career only heightened the satyr’s enthusiasm to find new and better ways to change young minds; after all bards were obviously<em>cool</em>.<br/><br/>Gentle steps dampened the usual sharp ticks of the satyr’s hooves as Juniper waltzed along the gardens with a skip in her step, boots in place saving some face but in all actuality she preferred having the element of surprise than announcing her presence straight forward as usual. The beginning festivities of the new semester was always so entrancing even if she had been a part of such for a number of years now, but as a professor, certainly there was some rite to follow- much to slight annoyance. Professors had to be the role model for the students and uphold- Yada yada yada.<br/><br/>”Ah~ I do believe there isn’t enough merriment to be had yet!” The honeyed trill of Juniper’s voice rang out, the slight crowd she had stepped within turning their gaze to the flower crowned satyr as she flashed a wide smile. Sliding her staff across her palm the once wooden finch came to life as it chirped sweetly, flying around her head before coming to rest on the ebony curl of Juniper’s horns that rest in the nest of ivory locks flowing wildly around her. Twirling her staff the long birch shifted until the glitter of a lyre fell into her hands, the gentle strum of the first chord giving out a warm wave as the notes themselves all but floated lightly within the air around the crowd.<br/><br/>Those within her radius would find themselves feeling giddy and warm as the plucking melody began to pick up, Juniper swirling around as the flow of her skirt followed along her in her steps, the melody a familiar song to those of Glawoer as the children’s lullaby was a favorite at any get together. Dancing lightly around the throngs of students and families alike Juniper was at peace when she played her heart’s song, half lidded gems of piercing gold spied some familiar faces, students from the previous year and even those whom had been longer. Ah perhaps a new generation of students turned professors, she could only dream.<br/><br/>Spying perhaps the tallest of folks she had ever witnessed, no doubt enjoying his turkey leg with great earnest, Juniper couldn’t help<em>some</em>playful mischief, Ferrow the finch feeling like minded as the small bird landed on top of Finn’s head to give a sweet chirp. A moment or two of chirping would find Ferrow giving the orc a light peck, barely felt, but enough to catch his attention towards the now growing mass of dancing that had erupted around Juniper. Ferrow enjoyed Juniper’s music perhaps more than any, even if he was biased, as the finch would soon flee from Finn to perch a top another whom he was a bit more familiar with in order to coax those to merriment.<br/><br/>Barauil was a student in which Ferrow knew better than others, Sannhi getting a more enthusiastic chirping session with the fellow palisman before another light peck on the student’s head was given. Who doesn’t dance at a party?