Firefly Ravine between the devil and the deep blue sea

Siren. Siren? Tytonidae thought she had heard the word before, but she couldn't put a definition to it. She squinted at Indie for another moment, but didn't bother to ask. If the siren wanted to elaborate, she could do that of her own volition. As for the question... that was a more complicated one. Considering Tytonidae had already given out her name, she assumed Indie wanted to know who she was, not just what she was called.

"Eighty percent wandering soul. Fifteen percent disappointment. Five percent independent," she replied wryly, mocking only herself in the process. She had, after all, been a disappointment to her siblings, to Summer, and she assumed to her father as well.