"Home!" Amy announced as she played a steady marching tune while clopping her hooves to the beat. Lina followed, but then noticed something on the floor underneath the bottom shelf.
"Hey," Lina squeaked, but was drowned out by the pipes. "HEY!"
Amy stopped playing and looked down at her mousy friend in annoyance. "What?"
"Look at this." Lina sniffed the rolled-up yellow paper. Amy took it in a chubby hand and unfurled it. Lina scurried up the shelves and leaped onto Amy's head, crouching down in the front of her messy hair to have a look.
The old parchment had several short songs on it. They only lasted for a few measures each, and seemed written to be repeated endlessly. She couldn't make out the language that accompanied the notes.
Amy cooed over the find. "More to pway!" she said gleefully. Somehow, her childish mind could still read the music. Lina assumed it was simply part of a satyr's nature to love music to the point of obsession. She was also grateful the curse had stopped Amy's transformation, preventing her friend from regressing into an infant.
"Maybe one of these songs is the one that will change you back!" Lina encouraged.
Amy ignored Lina, as she had already put the flute back to her lips and started practicing the first song...