The Audacity Of That Brat!
"You don't have to tell me that every time. I have eyes too, you know."
A figure jumped down from one of the higher up branches, perfectly landing on her feet. Unlike the other day, she was dressed rather modestly in a loose, baby pink button down shirt which was paired with a skin fitted, navy blue jeans.
"But I like pointing it out, my dear mother." Hera mumbled as when she saw her mother's annoyed expressions. She clearly didn't like being told off what to do next. She preferred making her own choices even if it was about the smallest of things. The only other person she had ever bothered listening to was no one beside the Devil himself. That too because he somehow gave out good ideas when it came to certain things.
"Aren't you talking too much?" She complained when she saw the scrunched up face of her daughter.
"As if you are the one to talk?" Hera rolled her eyes. "You are going out of your way just to help Amara. Should I mention why?"