It was common knowledge that Imma was the best painter in all of Greece. Athenia and Colchis should be shaking in their torn sandals right about now.

Nana could easily get lost in her younger sister's art, the way two or three colors could create a new one was rather fascinating. It was Imma who taught her about color combinations, sharing lessons she was able to receive from the Scholeí of the Arts academy she was enrolled in. Once her sister suggested the notion of coming to class with her, the shallow one was reluctant at first especially since she was in mourning over the Circus incident, but a swift kick out of her room by her mother did the deed, and now she accompanied the aspiring painter in an empty room full of canvas' and the smell of oils.

"You know, you shouldn't have done that."

The fellow blonde's voice interrupted her silent gaze towards the painting. She automatically became defensive by the mere mention of a prior accident.

"Well, the man was in desperate need of direction!"

"Direction? Sculptures don't wear our chitons, Nana! Tyche had one carved for her. The argument was so unnecessary, you got us both kicked out."

"With the way it was carved, I don't see any luck in the man's future. Hmph, if I were Tyche and I saw that I wasn't decent, I would curse the artist with eternal bad luck."

"Lucky for us, you're not Tyche."

The woman of twenty years believed it wasn't without cause, she rescued the minor Goddess' honor. The deity could not do without clothes, the Olympians' sculptures looked proud and bare around Vassiladon but that didn't mean the Goddess Tyche had to! The artist sculpting the deity thought otherwise, refusing to dress a sculpture in solid fabric and discord ensued. It was Imma who defended her although she disagreed with Nana's statement and they were both sent out of the classroom whilst the man remained.

And now, the older Leventi was bored to tears, her interest in the painting waned once Imma chastised her. There was nothing to do in the academy, she couldn't paint nor sing to save her own life. She never liked education, the only part in learning she didn't hate were the light meals in between sessions and those were kept brief.

"I don't need an extended education," The lady swore, picking up a nearby paintbrush and prying about each single bristle to check for paint. "I can write missives, and I know my air-if-mat-ics." Taking care of her skin and hair was miles better than sitting down all day and writing equations. Placing the brush in the same spot and picking another, she directed her attention to her sister's painting as if she were interested again. "Is that painting for me?"

Imma scoffed and softly stroked the canvas with a brush of her own, a streak of yellow following the brush. "No, it's for Tino," Oh, their nettlesome cousin. "I lost a bet, so now I have to paint a Squacco heron for him." She looked and sound a bit too pleased to admit that she lost a bet.

Whether Nana decided to state her comment in jest or obliviousness wasn't quite clear. "You know you may have to marry him, right?" Intermarriages in the Leventi family was as normal as taking a bath, and it was a common conception that the youngest would be the one to marry Konstantinos, unless Lord Fotios had something else in mind.

A paintbrush and palette fell to the floor, causing Imma to bend down and pick both up. "N-No, what if you were betrothed to him?"

"WHAT!?"

"Yes--" Picking both tools up, the younger blonde straightened and spine and resumed her art piece. "What if it were you?"

"It wouldn't be me, I won't be married. I would be worshipped."

"Okay," A smirk formed over Imma's lips, "I'll inform each of the Gods that you're more worthy of worship than duty."

Believing that would be the best idea, Nana crossed one leg over the other and smiled at her sister's back with no fear, add a shrug and one would have the recipe for sheer stupidity.

"Okay."

Blinking multiple times, the aspiring painter averted her eyes towards the vain one in a judgmental manner before allowing silence to take hold.

Pinching the third bristle, Nana heard a loud operatic voice could be heard a few doors down from the room. She glanced sideways, wondering where the singing was coming from. Imma kept painting, as if she had grown acclimated to the sound of song. However, the voice grew louder by each decibel. The girl of sixteen's shoulders rose, irritant.

"Since you're so worthy of worship, gain yourself a new follower by telling the songbird next door to tone it down a bit?"

"Sure!"

Accepting the challenge, the blonde stood from her seat and strode out of the room past her sister and her barely completed bird. It wasn't her first time in the academy, she swung by with her older sisters to pick up the painter yet she never made any effort to enter until recently. She did her best to follow the voice and that led her into different types of rooms, once realizing that the owner the voice belonged to was just... next door.

Sauntering towards the doorway, the Leventi woman made herself known by the sounds of her jewelry clinking against her arms as she walked. She wore a royal blue chiton with a peplos fastened at the shoulders, and a purple himation tied at her right sleeve, and hanging horizontally between her chest and over her body until it stops and loops around her left hip. Large ivory bracelets hung around her wrists and a matching necklace at her neck.

She placed her hand over the doorway, her posture straight and dignified as she faced the back of the singer. "Excuse me, miss?" Nana called, not waiting for the lady to turn around or speak. "Can you sing a bit lower, my sister is working on an important art piece next door and she needs a bit of peace and quiet?"