Likewise, Hazel has never seen one of the satyr's kind before. She may not be human but she does live among them and is used to being the only strange thing in the room. Still they seem friendly enough.

"I am here to attend yes." Although, a mask? That's more up her alley than Spring's she would imagine. Hazel's eyebrow raises. Perhaps this is not just a simple seasonal festival. Interesting. "I don't have a mask. I could make one though."