[Her skin warms under his lips, and her hair takes on a richer red tone. His presence is slowly removing the chill of the Underworld from her body and soul. Smiling up at him, she's about to ask him for the wind in the leaves and a carpet of flowers, when she notices he is most definitely not holding a lyre.]
Orpheus? What is that?
[Delicate fingers reach for the neck of the strange instrument.]
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Orpheus? What is that?
[Delicate fingers reach for the neck of the strange instrument.]