Hello there. My name is Vivienne, I have been told by one of my great granddaughters that this is a nice way to reach out to people, to have influence over the world without leaving the confines of my home.
Between you and me, I do believe she thinks me weak in my age, a laughable thing, seeing as I am older than the country she hails from. I am quite capable.
Well, come along, ask what you will.
OOC:
Hello!!!!
Vivienne is an immortal woman born in Sparta, you can ask her about historical events she may have watched, about people she's met, whatever you wish.
In her world everyone gets a power when they turn 18, a blessing from the Gods, or so many believe.
She's gone by many names, though Vivienne is one of her favorites. Athanasiou, that's an older name, one she hasn't used in a while, I wonder how she got it?
This character is an OC I'm developing for a book I plan to write.
Please no NSFW asks, thank you.
She is open to rp asks and chaos. Have fun!
The time period in which is answering the question, whether it come through a letter in the past or an ask on her phone in times closer to today, will be set in the tags!
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Hello there, Harper. Can I get a bottle of security blanket? I've found it does lovely work when children wake from nightmares and I've found myself once again with a house quite full.
-Vivienne ( @alive-immortal )
Well hello there! Absolutely. Let me know how the little ones like it.
Hello there, Harper. Can I get a bottle of security blanket? I've found it does lovely work when children wake from nightmares and I've found myself once again with a house quite full.
-Vivienne ( @alive-immortal )
Well hello there! Absolutely. Let me know how the little ones like it.
Years I've been on land and still I write these. One of these days I'll find myself on a ship again, if only for a moment. I saw Calamity again today. She's so young. She looks just as she did in the portrait on the ship, just as she did in the photos that Captain and Marie held in their cabins. Don't know what I expected really, she hasn't aged, not really. She never will. I think that's the worst part of this. She'll never age, never grow up.
I'm staring at a version of a girl I knew through stories and photographs who won't know of the deaths that have occurred. She knows nothing of the fact that her sister's still alive and wondering if she'll see her. Doesn't know that her brother and best friend are dead. She doesn't know what happened.
She doesn't know that the photos and videos that I took with her to show her my camera that she's so interested in went to her sisters.
I wonder if maybe one day her nieces and nephews or their children will meet her and not know it. I wonder how long she'll be hidden from her family to keep time in tact.
I think it's bullshit. Let the kid see her sister's kids grown up. Let her learn their names, let her see who her younger sisters have become, let her meet their children. Let her see the bakery that's covered in art done by her sister run by a niece who she'll never get to meet for her sister was but a child when she died. Let her meet them. She'll never get the chance otherwise.
I'll do it. I'll take her to the bakery. Marie would do it, I know she would. She wouldn't take no for an answer, why am I? Not like Captain's here to stop me, even if he was he probably wouldn't. Not like I ever listened to Vivienne. She ain't my Captain. No.
She'll meet her niece. I'll make sure of it.
I'm sure Caspian would agree with me. He always did encourage a little bit of rule breaking. Especially when it was to help family.
Mama insists that it's rude to gossip, however it isn't gossip to write the happenings of the day here. Not when the day has been interesting in a strange way. I was simply minding my buisness when a girl appeared, all of maybe 18, barely older than myself. She walked from the woods, not all that strange, though her clothes were strange. She looked like she stepped out of my grandmother's closet. Clothes from the 50's that I haven't seen people wear much, especially not people as young as her. She spoke to me in English first, asked me where she was. The moment she heard the town name she switched to Greek and oh is she good at Greek. She speaks much like my grandmother and older folks around, much more formal than someone her age speaking to someone a year or so younger than them. It was strange, but maybe her teacher stressed formalities.
I asked if she was lost and she said no, she knew where she was heading. She didn't walk to the train or the bus, no she began to head to the Spartan House, to Zoe's house.
No one new heads there. No one new heads straight for Zoe. She is our best kept secret, our immortal from Sparta who tells us about history and helps with homework and runs little events for school kids every year and asks for helps with harvests, only to send us all home with much of what we help pick instead of keeping it for herself.
Who is this girl that she knows not only who Zoe is, but where her house is?
I'll need to ask one of Zoe's children tomorrow during lessons. Maybe they'll have answers. I could ask Zoe herself as well, though that depends on if Mama insists on taking me to my lessons. If not I will ask Zoe myself.
Goodnight Diary. I have much to think about before tomorrow.
Mama Vivienne brought in a new girl today. Her name is Aria and she's older than me, it's not often older ones come in with her. Aria braided my hair, she's good at it, not as good as Diletta though maybe in time she'll be the go to girl for braiding. Maybe when Diletta leaves home when she's older.
There are three years before Aria gains her power to my six. How lucky for her. I asked her what power she wants and she said she doesn't know, that she cares not for power when she has food. How dreary. Maybe she'll be good with plants, it would ensure she has food for eternity.
I don't think Aria likes Mama Vivienne much, though she seems to enjoy my company and that's just fine for me, she'll warm up to Mama Vivienne I'm sure.
I also had horse riding today and I only fell off once! I'm sure I'll be as good a rider as Dante. He's sure of it as well. He says he's sure that one day I'll be the best rider there is besides Mama Vivienne.
I have French lessons tomorrow, lessons I'm sure will do me no good, however Mama Vivienne insists we must learn to speak at least one other language outside of our mother tongue. I do my best to learn Mama Vivienne's mother tongue as well though Greek is much more confusing than French some days. I must continue with my lessons, Mama Vivienne says if I learn to speak other languages than I will have more opportunities when I outgrow her care.
Vivienne told me of your story. You remind me of myself in a way, a girl who took care of herself and the family she had before Vivienne found you. You didn't stop, you kept caring for your family as it grew. I think I want to grow up to be like you. I want to be a teacher, a caretaker. I want to make sure that no other kids go forgotten and ignored like we did. Mama said your name was Aria. That's a pretty name. I didn't have a name until yesterday, Kassie. It was given to me by Penny and Andy. I think I like it. Penny and Andy have three names, a first, a middle and a last. Penny said since we're sisters now we have the same last name and Andy said I don't need a middle name, but I think I want one. I wonder if you'd mind if I took your name? Kassie Aria sounds nice, doesn't it? I think it does. I wonder if we'd be sisters, had we met.
"Mama! Can you tell me the story of the siren again?"
"Oh you wish for that to be your bedtime story tonight, dear?"
"Yeah! Kassie doesn't know it yet."
"Well then we'll have to tell your dear sister of her. Go run along and grab your siblings, Peter. We'll have story time in Penelope and Kassie's room."
You won't find anything on Aria Kalliope Ward or Dauphine, not anything you will think anything but myth of I'm quite sure. They died centuries ago. Aria before Shakespeare even published his first work and Dauphine before the blossoming of the 1600's. Not many outside myself keep collections that far back.
I can tell you of them if you wish. It's been a while since I knew them, though I have their records and writings still.
Kindly,
Vivienne Athanasiou
( @alive-immortal )
then how- how can i possibly have a letter from her? it's old, sure, but- the paper is pretty well preserved. ... mostly. that... bit just. came off. ... yeah.
regardless. there's always something about somebody. i can find something. ... but it'd be helpful to have some background, i think.
The preservation is my doing. I have no clue how you found it, I wasn't aware it was missing from my archives. I tried to save as many of their things as I could.
The farther back in time you go the more people are forgotten. It is why I keep my Archive, to remember people I have known.
I could tell you whatever you wish from how I found Aria to her death to how she met her dearest Dauphine. I am much impressed with how your technology was able to translate the letter, it was written so long ago and Dauphine as much as she tried was never the best at Italian.
oh, trust me. the translation needed some tweaking. had to phone a friend on a few phrases, since even google was having problems. but that's not important.
so you have an archive that goes back as far as pre-shakespearean? or even farther? and- and you knew them? how are you contacting me? what year is it for you? from your perspective, how long ago did they die? what's your relationship to them?
if you preserved the letter, how did it get to me? why did it get to me? who wants me to know about these people?
I do have an archive yes, it's quite large. My husband has told me before I should turn the guest house into an archive, though I think the basement does well as one with the library for newer, less fragile things, books my children and lovers have written, things of that nature along with things they enjoy.
My oldest surviving artifacts are from Sparta, a vase and a fibulae. I also have a perfect replica of a Spartan armor set and a recreation of a dorian peplos and a chiton. Fabric decays over time so I remake them every century or so to ensure they last.
I did know them, yes. Aria was my adoptive daughter and Dauphine her lover. I'm writing you an email I believe it's called. It's currently 1997, Aria and her lover died over 4 centuries ago.
I have no clue how the letter made its way to you. Perhaps Hermes decided that you needed its message or someone somehow transported it to you.
I know not who or what wishes for you to learn of the past. The Gods and Fate are mysterious things that mortals, even immortal ones such as I, should never wish to fully understand.
You won't find anything on Aria Kalliope Ward or Dauphine, not anything you will think anything but myth of I'm quite sure. They died centuries ago. Aria before Shakespeare even published his first work and Dauphine before the blossoming of the 1600's. Not many outside myself keep collections that far back.
I can tell you of them if you wish. It's been a while since I knew them, though I have their records and writings still.
Kindly,
Vivienne Athanasiou
( @alive-immortal )
then how- how can i possibly have a letter from her? it's old, sure, but- the paper is pretty well preserved. ... mostly. that... bit just. came off. ... yeah.
regardless. there's always something about somebody. i can find something. ... but it'd be helpful to have some background, i think.
The preservation is my doing. I have no clue how you found it, I wasn't aware it was missing from my archives. I tried to save as many of their things as I could.
The farther back in time you go the more people are forgotten. It is why I keep my Archive, to remember people I have known.
I could tell you whatever you wish from how I found Aria to her death to how she met her dearest Dauphine. I am much impressed with how your technology was able to translate the letter, it was written so long ago and Dauphine as much as she tried was never the best at Italian.
What is the gift of prophecy but a curse few listen to? A curse to know things that can not be stopped? Is it kind or cruel to know the fate of those who you love when you are unable to change their fate, a fate of a long life filled with grief. Oh how I can only promise to stay by her side as nothing but a ghost as she walks through her eternity when my time comes.
Will I know my end before it happens?
Will I tell her, if I learn of it?
Likely not. It would crush her.
-Kassandra ( @alive-immortal )
…uh. Prophet who predicted my own and all my friend’s deaths here. A lot more crushing to lie about that sort of thing? You know. Healthy communication and all. Very important. Waow.
Is it wrong of me to wish only for her to have joy with me in my years before my death? All beings die, all but her, for she is Zoe Athanisou and Thanatos will never take her to Hades, for she is not ever to appear on his books. Is it wrong of me not to wish for my love to know that I will die before her, even when I learn how? She will try to stop it if she knows.
She will outlive everyone. She will learn that upon my death, my final words will set a weight on her shoulders that will never be lifted. I wish for her days with me to be as kind as they can.
I can't inform her now of this, it would simply distress her and that's not good for the baby you see. I can't bring her stress in this time, it isn't good for her health.
Look. Keep your secrets, or don’t. Hell nows I barely tell anyone what I see in the future— mostly because they’re bastards who don’t listen to a word I say, but—
Learning how you die is tough. Better to share that than holding it all yourself.
...I will inform her if I learn once she's had her child. I wish not to stress her while she's with child. It is bad enough that our husbands are off at battle. She will only worry.
Do you not have a lover who listens to your prophecies that you choose to share? Do those around you disgrace Apollo so to ignore the words of his chosen prophet?
Yeah. Makes sense. Pregnancy safety, and all that.
I mean, I’ve got about 9 rat bastards bumping around on a ship that I can sometimes ominously spout things at. And then get shot because of it. Fun stuff!
They do not listen to your warnings? To your words?
My lovers insist I inform them of any prophecies that I hear, lest I keep them to myself and anger the Sun or I tell the wrong person and bring on his wrath moreso.
I mean. Not like there’s any real important prophecies happening here, besides “Jonny don’t drink too much tomorrow,” and “Oh Lyf maybe wait until morning to feed the octokittens”. Which. Neither of them listened to that, so…
Have— shared some prophecies with other people in the past. Not many listened. I mean, Galahad did, but— he died anyways. So.
What is the gift of prophecy but a curse few listen to? A curse to know things that can not be stopped? Is it kind or cruel to know the fate of those who you love when you are unable to change their fate, a fate of a long life filled with grief. Oh how I can only promise to stay by her side as nothing but a ghost as she walks through her eternity when my time comes.
Will I know my end before it happens?
Will I tell her, if I learn of it?
Likely not. It would crush her.
-Kassandra ( @alive-immortal )
…uh. Prophet who predicted my own and all my friend’s deaths here. A lot more crushing to lie about that sort of thing? You know. Healthy communication and all. Very important. Waow.
Is it wrong of me to wish only for her to have joy with me in my years before my death? All beings die, all but her, for she is Zoe Athanisou and Thanatos will never take her to Hades, for she is not ever to appear on his books. Is it wrong of me not to wish for my love to know that I will die before her, even when I learn how? She will try to stop it if she knows.
She will outlive everyone. She will learn that upon my death, my final words will set a weight on her shoulders that will never be lifted. I wish for her days with me to be as kind as they can.
I can't inform her now of this, it would simply distress her and that's not good for the baby you see. I can't bring her stress in this time, it isn't good for her health.
Look. Keep your secrets, or don’t. Hell nows I barely tell anyone what I see in the future— mostly because they’re bastards who don’t listen to a word I say, but—
Learning how you die is tough. Better to share that than holding it all yourself.
...I will inform her if I learn once she's had her child. I wish not to stress her while she's with child. It is bad enough that our husbands are off at battle. She will only worry.
Do you not have a lover who listens to your prophecies that you choose to share? Do those around you disgrace Apollo so to ignore the words of his chosen prophet?
Yeah. Makes sense. Pregnancy safety, and all that.
I mean, I’ve got about 9 rat bastards bumping around on a ship that I can sometimes ominously spout things at. And then get shot because of it. Fun stuff!
They do not listen to your warnings? To your words?
My lovers insist I inform them of any prophecies that I hear, lest I keep them to myself and anger the Sun or I tell the wrong person and bring on his wrath moreso.
I mean. Not like there’s any real important prophecies happening here, besides “Jonny don’t drink too much tomorrow,” and “Oh Lyf maybe wait until morning to feed the octokittens”. Which. Neither of them listened to that, so…
Have— shared some prophecies with other people in the past. Not many listened. I mean, Galahad did, but— he died anyways. So.
What is the gift of prophecy but a curse few listen to? A curse to know things that can not be stopped? Is it kind or cruel to know the fate of those who you love when you are unable to change their fate, a fate of a long life filled with grief. Oh how I can only promise to stay by her side as nothing but a ghost as she walks through her eternity when my time comes.
Will I know my end before it happens?
Will I tell her, if I learn of it?
Likely not. It would crush her.
-Kassandra ( @alive-immortal )
…uh. Prophet who predicted my own and all my friend’s deaths here. A lot more crushing to lie about that sort of thing? You know. Healthy communication and all. Very important. Waow.
Is it wrong of me to wish only for her to have joy with me in my years before my death? All beings die, all but her, for she is Zoe Athanisou and Thanatos will never take her to Hades, for she is not ever to appear on his books. Is it wrong of me not to wish for my love to know that I will die before her, even when I learn how? She will try to stop it if she knows.
She will outlive everyone. She will learn that upon my death, my final words will set a weight on her shoulders that will never be lifted. I wish for her days with me to be as kind as they can.
I can't inform her now of this, it would simply distress her and that's not good for the baby you see. I can't bring her stress in this time, it isn't good for her health.
Look. Keep your secrets, or don’t. Hell nows I barely tell anyone what I see in the future— mostly because they’re bastards who don’t listen to a word I say, but—
Learning how you die is tough. Better to share that than holding it all yourself.
...I will inform her if I learn once she's had her child. I wish not to stress her while she's with child. It is bad enough that our husbands are off at battle. She will only worry.
Do you not have a lover who listens to your prophecies that you choose to share? Do those around you disgrace Apollo so to ignore the words of his chosen prophet?
Yeah. Makes sense. Pregnancy safety, and all that.
I mean, I’ve got about 9 rat bastards bumping around on a ship that I can sometimes ominously spout things at. And then get shot because of it. Fun stuff!
They do not listen to your warnings? To your words?
My lovers insist I inform them of any prophecies that I hear, lest I keep them to myself and anger the Sun or I tell the wrong person and bring on his wrath moreso.
What is the gift of prophecy but a curse few listen to? A curse to know things that can not be stopped? Is it kind or cruel to know the fate of those who you love when you are unable to change their fate, a fate of a long life filled with grief. Oh how I can only promise to stay by her side as nothing but a ghost as she walks through her eternity when my time comes.
Will I know my end before it happens?
Will I tell her, if I learn of it?
Likely not. It would crush her.
-Kassandra ( @alive-immortal )
…uh. Prophet who predicted my own and all my friend’s deaths here. A lot more crushing to lie about that sort of thing? You know. Healthy communication and all. Very important. Waow.
Is it wrong of me to wish only for her to have joy with me in my years before my death? All beings die, all but her, for she is Zoe Athanisou and Thanatos will never take her to Hades, for she is not ever to appear on his books. Is it wrong of me not to wish for my love to know that I will die before her, even when I learn how? She will try to stop it if she knows.
She will outlive everyone. She will learn that upon my death, my final words will set a weight on her shoulders that will never be lifted. I wish for her days with me to be as kind as they can.
I can't inform her now of this, it would simply distress her and that's not good for the baby you see. I can't bring her stress in this time, it isn't good for her health.
Look. Keep your secrets, or don’t. Hell nows I barely tell anyone what I see in the future— mostly because they’re bastards who don’t listen to a word I say, but—
Learning how you die is tough. Better to share that than holding it all yourself.
...I will inform her if I learn once she's had her child. I wish not to stress her while she's with child. It is bad enough that our husbands are off at battle. She will only worry.
Do you not have a lover who listens to your prophecies that you choose to share? Do those around you disgrace Apollo so to ignore the words of his chosen prophet?
What is the gift of prophecy but a curse few listen to? A curse to know things that can not be stopped? Is it kind or cruel to know the fate of those who you love when you are unable to change their fate, a fate of a long life filled with grief. Oh how I can only promise to stay by her side as nothing but a ghost as she walks through her eternity when my time comes.
Will I know my end before it happens?
Will I tell her, if I learn of it?
Likely not. It would crush her.
-Kassandra ( @alive-immortal )
…uh. Prophet who predicted my own and all my friend’s deaths here. A lot more crushing to lie about that sort of thing? You know. Healthy communication and all. Very important. Waow.
Is it wrong of me to wish only for her to have joy with me in my years before my death? All beings die, all but her, for she is Zoe Athanisou and Thanatos will never take her to Hades, for she is not ever to appear on his books. Is it wrong of me not to wish for my love to know that I will die before her, even when I learn how? She will try to stop it if she knows.
She will outlive everyone. She will learn that upon my death, my final words will set a weight on her shoulders that will never be lifted. I wish for her days with me to be as kind as they can.
I can't inform her now of this, it would simply distress her and that's not good for the baby you see. I can't bring her stress in this time, it isn't good for her health.
Hello. Mama says that it's a natural thing, death. I know death, seen it a few times, nothing new but well. Never took anyone I loved before. Very rude of you Mr. Death to take Aria. She was nice and she was trying to help people. There are people cheering about her death and calling her a monster because she killed people, but they were bad people. She helped people, she really did.
She helped you in a way didn't she? Why'd you take her from me?
Her final words were a lullaby. I think she sung herself to her own death.
Two more years and I'll get my power. She left a letter for when I do, a letter is so small compared to the party she'd been planning with me since I was small. It's how she keeps hope in the younger ones. Kept hope in the younger ones. You won't need to do anything but live and when you get your power it will give you opportunities to live how you want.
I don't know Mr. Death what I want anymore. I wanted songs like her, but now?
I just want to see her one more time.
Respectfully,
Sophia Ward
Uhhhhh. Well. This is.
I’m not Death. I— work for it, in a way, I suppose? Make people fear it, see it before it happens…
I. I’m sorry about what happened to your friend. Aria. She sounds like she helped you a lot.
Sorry. I didn't think anyone else'd get this. Do you get letters by flames? I burnt the letter, an offering for Death.
She wasn't my friend. She was my sister in all the ways that mattered. I have her old room. She gave it to me when Mama took me in, said that she had her own home now, showed me where she hid things, best hiding spots. It's tradition when you hand down your room. Mama's gonna outlive all us kids, these rooms are only ours until we give them to the next kid. There's one girl, died before she could give her room away. Mama hasn't given it to anyone yet. It hasn't changed. I didn't know her. Aria did.
You make people fear Death? Why'd you do that? It's natural isn't it? Mama says we shouldn't fear it when it's time for us to die, that we'll be with Papa in the Underworld, in Elysium with him. He's waiting for Mama down there but she can't die, so he's all alone.
I think Mama sends the dead with messages to Papa, but I don't know.
I— Oliver. Oliver Banks. I am a Mr. But— just Oliver is fine. Got the letter in a message, so— I think Death couldn’t get the letter, so it went to me instead.
A sister can be a friend, too. It— can mean a lot of things. You love her, and she loved you? That’s a friend.
Never really— signed up for the Death’s prophet thing. It was more thrust upon me, and all. It’s about as natural to fear death as it is to die, though, isn’t it? It’s an ending. Maybe of just a chapter, but— still an ending.
You'd like Mama. She says stuff like that too. Says that death is just the end of that person's story and only a chapter in yours. It's still mean. She wasn't meant to die yet.
We don't choose the Gods who bless us with our powers. Mama worships Death too. She can't die. Aria always said that death is a blessing compared to watching your children die for millennia. I think I see why she said that.
How many chapters would Mama's book have? A lot I think.
...Aria was going to give me a middle name when I got my powers. Her middle name was Kalliope, like the muse. Her songs were magical, you felt what she was singing about.
People say that sometimes she sang people to sleep before she killed them, other times she'd be silent. They called her a siren.
I think I'd want to be a siren too, help people like she did, even if I can't sing people to sleep.
What did you want to be when you were younger? Did Death make you immortal like Mama?
I— well. Don’t think I’m immortal, but— wanted to be an English teacher, for a while. Nothing more exciting than teaching a bunch of half asleep kids Hamlet. But— went into accounting, instead, then— had a rough time. I sell crystals, now, so… that’s fun. If I still have my job. I doubt it.
Can’t imagine being immortal. That— that’d hurt, watching everyone die like that. It’d break me, I think.
Uh— well. Hamlet is a really famous tragedy by a guy named William Shakespeare about a prince who’s visited by the ghost of his father and told that his uncle killed his father in order to steal the throne from him, and that Hamlet needs to kill his uncle to get revenge. Hamlet’s hesitant about the whole thing, though— so he ends up trying to getter evidence that his uncle actually committed murder, hesitates to kill him, fakes insanity, has a whole bunch of issues going on— a bunch of stuff. It ends with almost everyone in the play dying, Hamlet included.
1593? Are you from the future Oliver? It's 1568. That would explain me not knowing his works wouldn't it? Oh how exciting that is! The future! I must tell Mama and my sisters, they won't believe that I've sent letters with the future. How far into the future are you Oliver? Certainly not too long, yes?
Oh that is quite far! Many generations past my time. I wonder what has come of my home in your time. Would it have the same name as it does now? Certainly not I'm sure. My Italy, such a gorgeous home, full of art and brilliance.
Aria sung her songs in audiance of so many around our Italy. She was to go to sing to kings, and here she is now, dead. I know she'd ask of her songs, if stories survive so long does music? Lyrics can be twisted, just as stories. Any songs she left are gone by your time I'm sure.
Oh, Italy still exists! Went there once, for a school trip. Don’t speak Italian, but— it was beautiful. Also I got cussed out for eating weirdly. But— yeah, still here, still thriving.
Don’t know any songs by an Aria, but— my bets are that we’re not really from the same world? Given— patterns with people I’ve talked to so far.
Italy still thriving! Oh Mama must know! Her Sparta long gone it's best she not think of homes living so long, but Italy! Maybe she stays here through the centuries, makes a new home of our Italy like her Sparta.
Oh you'd know not, she didn't go by her name when singing, it wasn't safe, she was known as a muse, a siren.
Different worlds? How curious. So I must not ask if you have met my mama then? I know she'd live still in your time, from Sparta to Italy to wherever she goes next if she stays not here in our home.
That is alright, I will still tell Mama Vivienne of what you've told me of Italy, she will be pleased to know of her survival I'm sure. Maybe she will take her children to see Shakespeare when he begins his plays, yes? Oh that would be lovely.
If my life is long I will ensure that I see one before my passing. I will have no other chance, will I?
Oh no one ever is popular until death are they? You know not what you miss until they are gone if you don't appreciate the small things. Most people have not grown up with their Mama telling them the stories of Greece, such stories those are. Not just the brilliance of the heros, but the stories of the ones that many forget, the story of Circe was Aria's most prized. She did quite look up to Circe for how she protected her people by turning men to pigs.