A pale, grey haired boy had entered the gym as the others had just finished changing their clothes. The boy had a disinterested expression on his face as he made his way over to the group, stopping at the outer edge of the crowd. He crossed his arms across his chest and eyed the members of the group with his cold, crimson red eyes before looking to the older god standing in the middle of the circle of deities. The boy preconized the elder god as the son of the sky god and god of music, Apollo. The boy let out a slight groan, almost a growl, of annoyance before he spoke in a cold tone. "What is the point of this meaning of this gathering chariot rider?" As he spoke the boy's eyes looked over the god Apollo carefully, taking in as many details as they could.