The Happy Little Satyress

The birth of a smile.

The forest rustled in a tired sigh as the sun lit up the morning with such grace.
Birds sung with a cheer filled tune as animals scattered with there normal routines.
A gentle melody filling the forest.

Pan was on his usual adventures through the wood, flute on his hip and a mischievous glint in his eye.
A low rustle in the brush caught his attention as a maiden stepped through the bush with a gentle struggle against the branches, grabbing at her skirt with hungry hands. She wore simple peasant attire but carried a basket of herbs and plants, seeming to be a healer. She had a small, petite frame with small shoulders and wide hips. As if she was shaped like a pear. Her brown hair was tied back low to her neck, to keep the curly mess from her dark brown eyes, oblivious to the god that sat in the bushes, inches away from her.

The God smirked at this as he eyed the woman up and down and moved swiftly upon her. The woods in turn, seemed to sigh as the screams of the maiden echoed through the forest. 

Nine months later a child was born in a small town in Arcadia. A little girl, with a smile brighter then the sun that matched her golden eyes.

A small hut was placed on the outskirts of the town. It was small but cozy as it kept the town healer, Grelka sheltered and warm.

Grelka did everything she could to stop the child from being born but nothing seemed to aid her in her pain.
She took a mess of herbs and different combinations of plants. The child was determined and kept growing inside her.  Her fate had been chosen and there was no stopping it now.

The day came and the Satyress was born. Grelka took one look at the child and calmly scooped up the babe, placing her gently in a basket and exited her house. She walked deep into the forest walking past the scattering deer and chattering squirrels, the calming crunch of autumn leaves under her bare feet. 

Deeper and deeper into the forest they sunk before Grelka came across a small clearing in the forest, where the trees hung low and the moss grew thick and green.
 This is where she placed the babe, nestled gently in-between the moss, as the woman's face creased in pain. Tears leaked from her brown eyes as she looked at the sleeping babe. 
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she moved the blanket that covered the baby's feet. Peeking under it, her heart sank as she knew it never could be, the baby had deformed legs, something odd of the sorts as if she had legs of a horse or a goat. No medicine of her knowledge would help the baby.

A tear escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek as she sucked in a shaking breath. It was the way of the land, a weak child would never survive successfully. Grelka knew this, she also knew her bleeding hadn't stopped and her legs were beginning to shake from the blood loss.  She wasn't going to survive much longer out here but her heart couldn't bear to leave the child.

The woman let out a pained noise as she sat next to the baby, pressing her body up to the sleeping babe as gently as she could.
Gentle as the wind, she placed a kiss on the baby's left temple as she began to hum a gentle tune, the forest around them seemed to quiet to listen as it rustled ever so softly. Crickets seemed to sing along with her and what seemed to be soft music from a pan flute echoed throughout the wood along with her hum.
As gentle as it began, her hum gently faded as her strength left her and her head gently rested above the babe on her shoulder.

This is how Pan found the two hours later. The baby quietly playing with a little Jackrabbit, babbling softly with her gold eyes happy and curious as her mother was curled up around her, cold and covered in the dark red blood that puddled around her waist, staining the mossy earth red with pain and sorrow.

Pan scooped up the babe and held her up. Brown curly hair framed the golden brown eyes the sweet babe had. With curiosity in her eyes she babbled a noise and whined from being held up. This made pan chuckle softly. "Now what do we have here?" He said to her gently, his voice low and rough.
Her noises stopped at this to listen to his voice her hands wiggling in confusion causing the blanket around her to fall.
Pans face grew to a sly grin as he realized what she was. "Of course you are of my blood. A devilish thing like you." He roared causing the babe to start to whine again.
He grinned and pulled her close to his chest as he wrapped her back up, the forest swaying with a sweet warm breeze.
"Let us go home little Alduin."