Oh no, you're not going to start too. It's Apollo's fault, he cursed me because I didn't want to marry him! He's preventing everyone from believing me.

I was twelve years old. You don't marry a twelve-year-old girl! And then the god of the sun and poetry, you're kidding me. You go blind if you look at him, he's always stern and never smiles and he doesn't speak.

his bushy eyebrows and the fact that he's three times my height.>

And now at twenty, with your nasty temper, nobody wants you anymore. You're going to end up an old maid. But anyway, go ahead, tell me about your visions.

twenty times you've made a mistake>

What did you say? I can hear you, you know!