Perks of Being a Siren
In all honesty, Persephone didn't care about the human coming to Valhallow one way or another, but maybe in favor for them, more than not. During her first encounter with one, or rather, a group of them, was a night like her normal ones, she was singing at her bar. It was her break, and she was headed to the bar to get a drink and there was a particularly large group of humans laughing and talking between her and the bar counter. She tried to squeese by but no one would let her through. The Siren had even said excuse me a few times, and when that wasn't enough, she began to get angry.
Her eyelids lowered, the corners of her mouth were turned down, not out of sadness, but out of unpleasantness. The Siren opened her mouth and said in a bitter, yet melodic tone "Move out of the way." Almost instantly, the group parted like Red Sea. Persephone smirked and walked through the opening and thanked them, and the group formed again.
Humans sure are manipulative, more so than the supernatural.
