The satyress leads him inside. “Would you like to meet my kids?”
“Of course,” Ison says.
Two baby goats scamper into sight. She grins standing akimbo.
“Very droll,” Ison nods.
“We spent all morning setting that joke up,” she says as a child satyress appears.
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