Ophelia laughed a little and looked at Seth, "Horrid," She took her hair out of her pony tail and shook it out, "I don't honestly know why became the god of poetry..... I, myself, like to think I'm not as bad... but my talents seem to rest mainly in instruments and voice.... oh," She added as though it were nothing, "And periodically, seeing into the future and all that."

She ran a hand through her hair, "Wait... Isn't Mercury Hermes?" She asked with a smirk, "What are Roman Apollo's kids like?"