She wouldn’t deny she didn’t really care much for ‘adventure’ after all, adventure meant adventures and annoying people in search of myths for self gain or to slay a 'beast’ they do not understand. conquests and spoils are all those who go on adventure are after and that’s both annoying and unentertaining in her mind.
A snicker escaped her though, 'i am no bird-woman’ yet to call onself a siren, how unaware the roman was. “A harpy fits you just fine, with that loud mouth of yours, and even still a siren could very well be a 'bird-woman’, they were not just creatures of the sea some had scales others feathers.” a smirk growing on the corners of her lips. “even still, i bet your voice just mused the wild beasts called men. which is rather a pity. though i supposed suiting for someone like you”
Her eyebrow twitched, lips half curled somewhere between a grimace and a snarl. “Hardly! An emperor must be loud in order to be heard by the masses. If anything, a lion is more suited to resemble me!” Honestly, who did this tiny girl even think she was? Not that Nero was really much taller, but she wasn’t paying attention to that fact. “Hmph, you would say that,” she grumbled, resting her hands on her hips.
“My voice was adored by men and women alike! Many times I was asked to sing lullabies to crying children, upon which they were immediately soothed!” Leaving out the fact she had volunteered to do so, because really, an artist such as herself could never turn down a chance to have a performance. “Which is more than can probably be said for you. That sharp tongue of yours has made many a child cry, no doubt.”
