A soft giggle trickled through the forest, like a jingling bell. Another joined in soon after. The cheerful sounds belonged to two beautiful young females, or so they appeared. The sunlight trickled through the trees, radiating off their fair skin as they stood in a clearing, huddled and giggling as they watched a playful satyr dance and play his pipes. They whispered to each other, and giggled some more. 

Nymphs and satyrs had a famous history. Both were known for their promiscuous nature and their love of the forest. Nymphs where known to lead traveling men astray, use them for their desires, and then leave them lost in the forest. Satyrs were known for their tricks. Either way, neither of the two spirits meant well for a band traveling through the wood. 

As the satyr's lively song came to an end, he flitted in front of the two female, bowing low and earning himself more giggles. "I'm glad you find me entertaining my dears," He said with a grin. "Perhaps, if you aren't bored of me, we could go back to my hutch." The two looked at each other, and more whispers were exchanged. The satyr's long ears perked up, trying to listen in.

Finally, one of the nymphs turned to him. "We were on our way to see the caravan. Our sisters told us of a few handsome men traveling through." 
"A caravan?" The satyr straightened up. "No one told [i]me[/i] we had visitors." A mischievous grin crossed his face, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, let's go greet them, shall we?" Eager to show off his tricks, the satyr turned and bounded off into the woods towards the dirt road that ran through it. The nymphs flitted behind him, wanting to watch the show. 

Nimble hooves came to a quick stop on a rocky outlook, peering down at the road and the party that was stopped for lunch. The satyr hunched down as he spied on them, his tail flicking as he thought of all the fun things he could do with newcomers. None were too malicious, but the trickster couldn't help himself. It was in his blood.

"I'll make them sleep," He said quietly, to himself and to the nymphs that lingered in the trees behind him. "And we can put squirrels in their trousers and watch them dance as they wake up." He grinned. 

"Such a silly goat," One of the female commented, laughing at his idea. 

"Silly?" The satyr questioned. "Me? Why, never." He grinned and turned back to the road, vanishing beyond the rocks in the blink of an eye. In seconds, he was near the road, slinking just within the trees. He whipped out his pipes and began to play a slow song, enchanted with the pipes' magic. As the travelers seem to settle, he took a chance and revealed himself, wandering out into the caravan to get close enough to make the members slip into a slumber.