gotta get free

To her benefit, if the yearling had noticed her strange reaction, he did not make it obvious. Shyly, she allowed herself to sneak little looks here and there, fascinated and bewildered by what she saw. It was matched by a friendly voice, vibrant, and undulating gently towards her. "Hello, Uh-Anioxi Wreckage." Muses beamed, testing out the name for herself, obviously not understanding that he had misspoken. It was a strange place, where individuals had strange fur and strange names. Perhaps she had somehow traveled to an entirely new world.

It occurred to her, then, that she could have died, and for running away, the gods had punished her and sent her to hell. A chill briefly ran down her spine as she considered the implications of being cast down to Hades. Yet she knew that it must not be true, for her father had always described the underworld as a place of pain and torture. If anything, she found Uh-Anoixi to be rather charming in his simple demeanor. "I'm Muses." She thought to offer her given name, but fumbled, and ultimately withheld it, shyly looking away for a second. "Would you like to help me look for some fruit to eat?" She recovered by following up with a proposal, turning back to the lad with a dazzling grin.