Despite what it may seem, Groump is one of those who acts grumpy but really cares about those he's grumpy about. He is always napping and some exercise would do him some good... He'd kill me... I'll have to do that. ::Grins::

Queer are the ways of man I know.
-Thomas Hardy

Hmph. I don’t know why you’d want to bother me for all of this. You could very easily have thrown this responsibility on one of the others. But no, you had to come to me and interrupt my nap. Well, I suppose that the others would probably do a terrible job and muck it up badly. Always go to the more reliable ones, that’s what I always say. But then, there’s not all that much to say, really.

I’m a satyr. I do suppose that puts a rather bad spin on it, people thinking satyrs are all play and nothing else. That’s not true, you know. We can be serious along with the best of them. That would be my job here. Someone has to take charge and tell the young ones when they’re doing things wrong. I have to be the one to keep them out of trouble and that doesn’t exactly sit well, you know. It’s a rather tedious task, actually. But if I didn’t do it, who would? Poor old Groump never gets a day’s peace anymore. The only bright spots in my day are the dryads. On occasion, anyway. They always have a kind word for me, especially Breeze. She’s the sweet one. I could do without that old bat Moon Tears’ nagging and I could certainly live without Ashes always bounding around and getting into things. Season is all right as well, she hardly ever bothers anyone. Always reading, though. I think she’ll go blind one of these days squinting with all that little text. Who ever said dryads should learn to read, anyway? Certainly not me. Oh, and I can’t begin to say just how vexing it is to have that Snow Blossom always wandering around thinking that everyone is all nice and wouldn’t hurt anyone. She’ll get into it one of these days, mark my words. But will anyone give me any credit for foresight? No, of course not. Nobody thinks I know anything. And don’t you even think of patting me on the head, young woman. I’ll give you what for, I will.

Now where was I? I’ve lost my train of thought, thanks to you. I suppose I should mention the fire. Briefly, very briefly. The one that started the fire that burnt us all up will be hearing from me someday, I’m sure. Not something that I can go without doing something about. It was the worst day in the history of this place, with the possible exception of when Moon Tears decided she was our keeper. But that’s only a possible exception. Anyone that would start a fire in a place like this that would kill everyone.. well , that’s just plain unacceptable. At least things got fixed again, I suppose I have to thank a couple of people for that. I do hate being beholden to anyone, but in this case I guess I can live with it. And don’t you think that you can go around treating me like one of those dryads, woman. I’m not going to put up with that protecting stuff, I certainly don’t need it. Save that for those who can’t take care of themselves. Like Moon Tears.

For ever piping songs for ever new.
-John Keats