eli raises his eyebrows, not recognizing he’s speaking to a goddess. he crosses his arms and flashes her a cocky grin. “oh? and who are you then, if i may ask?”
"my, is that how the camp taught you how to talk to goddesses? ----i always assumed the romans were the more respectful of the two. perhaps i was mistaken." casually, the goddess crosses her own arms, raising an eyebrow in retaliation. she does not condone hubris--or cockiness, whatever they were calling it these days--and so she decides that it's perhaps best to put the boy in his place now before it becomes a problem later. "to you, i am invidia. perhaps you have heard of me."










