When you first had your son, Hermes (if you know how Hermes was born, you know), you decided to give him to another nymph, Cyllene to raise him. He was a subtle schemer right from the start. Currently he escaped from his cradle and went out in search of adventures. He went out of the cave and noticed you, his mom. "Hello?" He said as he stretched cords across a tortoise shell, inventing the lyre.