 The Last of Her Kind
Right. Not sir then. Apollo. Which was such a ridiculous moniker that Adrienne almost couldn't believe this weird-accented weird-dressed weirdo was sincerely asking them to use it, but it seemed he was.
Weird.
Okay, Adrienne was getting far too distracted. She made a firm promise to herself to stop ruminating over the weirdness of their... "guide". Which she managed to keep just up until he said that he didn't believe in notes. What kind of seminar even was this? It wasn't even a class, it was a mockery of one, in which they didn't have a professor and had to have respectful, accepting attitudes. That did not sound like a place in which Adrienne would thrive.
Still, she did really like mythology. Grudgingly, Adrienne raised her hand.
"One of my favourites is Orpheus and Eurydice," she said, and then realising how vague that was, elaborated with a short summary. "Orpheus was, like, this really great musician, and on his wedding day his wife got killed by satyrs. He went to Hades to get her back, and his music was so good that the guy decided to bring his wife back to life," which was sexist in all sorts of ways, but Adrienne wasn't about to get into that, "but only if he didn't look at her, for whatever reason. And before they got back he turned around, and she died forever. And then later he got torn to pieces by a bunch of women," she added, almost as an afterthought.
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