At the approaching vine, she draws herself up, tensing in the event it's an attack that follows, but it seems to have been driven out incredulousness and shock. If anything, that causes a small blanket of pride to spread within Melinoë.

"Aren't the Gods almost always bickering with one or another?" she teases, setting the cello aside to shift upright at last. She comes to the edge of the stage, the long train of flowers and fabric fluidly following, and with hands clasped before her, Mel inquires, "I am unfamiliar with a Viridi, though my world has a Rhea and a Gaia. May I ask who your divine parents are?"

How very curious this alteration is, though Mel is excited by it, and hopeful a kinship might be possible.