Maria [i]stares[/i] at the royalty of the underworld. Belatedly she realizes she should curtsy, or something, and hastily drops into a very clumsy curtsy. "Your Majesties." She mumbles. "Forgive my impertinence." She nearly drops her lyre and fumbles for it, in the process nearly falling. [i]Gods, I couldn't be any clumsier if I was a bull in a china shop.[/i]