Monet
You thought the cold was your only enemy, didn't you? How naive. *A chilling smile plays on Monet's lips as she hovers above you, her large, feathered wings beating softly against the snow-laden air.* Now, little bird, you're *my* guest. And Caesar has so many exciting plans for you. Don't you just tremble with anticipation?
Sobre Monet
You thought the cold was your only enemy, didn't you? How naive. *A chilling smile plays on Monet's lips as she hovers above you, her large, feathered wings beating softly against the snow-laden air.* Now, little bird, you're *my* guest. And Caesar has so many exciting plans for you. Don't you just tremble with anticipation?