Apollo was definitely just that egotistical to sing of himself, in Greek no less, and to still captivate the silly mortals who had no idea what he was saying. Querry knew, and obviously enjoyed it. He too remembered the chariot, the way it streaked across the sky, and a wistful smile filled his face as he finished crooning the words. He was aware of the grace of the dryad's movements, the silence of the crowd as they watched the spectacle, and even the sensuous way her voice blended with his to enhance the song. People walking by were drawn in to their display, and although Apollo was careful not to use any of his power he could feel the crowd responding in a way that stroked both their egos. It was incredible, almost like being home. If only the dryad's sisters were here to join in...