Poor Orpheus. After he turned around he obviously blamed himself. He cried so loud for so long he was killed for it...his head cut off the thrown into the river but nothing could stop his songs. Or his poems or his calling out for his wife. He simply floated down the river his silvery high voice still raised in song.

And it gave you...a nymph playing in the waterfall the fright of your life.

He's beautiful, Long silken red hair, a very fair face, green eyes and Ivory skin and his voice is miraculous, high and soft and silvery...but he's just a head!

He floats by you not even acknowledging you still softly singing about his beloved muse.

You'd heard by now his mother Calliope was looking for his head wanting to bury him and lay him to rest...now might be your chance to help her...