You were awakened from your sleep by the gentle sound of the cithara

Peeking out from behind the bushes in the geocinth grove, you saw a boy sitting near a tree, with his hair pulled back into a low ponytail.

His fingers expertly plucked the strings, he bent his leg towards his stomach, revealing his slender leg under his tunic.

He carefully stopped playing, looking up and guilty smiling at you

Orpheus: Sorry, I woke you up? I got carried away