"I have received such words from a great many, cold one. Do not be sheepish, nor anxious, of one such as I. I am a mere Songstress - a singer of fate and prophecy, if I must explain." [i]Athena's robes would weave together and flutter within the wind, as she would turn her head back to face Cain. She was.. beautiful. Slender and thin, her skin was a pale, smoothened texture. Crystalline blue eyes, of the same shade that stormed into Cain's visions, stared out towards him, fluttering shut as she blinked. The woman's silverly cyan hair was kept into a tight, wraparound bun in the back of her head, light strings and curls upon the side of her thin face.[/i]