The silence had been long, and... unbearably quiet. Iuppiter was left with little to do. At least Ha had his forge and Dormammus had his studies. Iuppiter had done work in physics and space for the most part, but the mortals he did it for had left a large hole in his heart. What was the purpose of doing work if there was no one to enjoy it?

The letter was some sort of gift. Gently being carried through the clouds until the wind had carried it right into his face. But he was too exuberant to be upset. This changed everything, and for the better.

When Iuppiter came to Olympus, he came as a self that wasn't underdressed. Human in appearance, with a large white beard and clothing that seemed to be made of clouds themselves. He looked undoubtably comfortable. Iuppiter stopped at the foot of the meeting room and gave a respectful bow to all that had presented before him. They were his equals. Primal gods or not.

"I've missed your all dearly." He said, rising back up. He looked to each of his brothers and gave them a soft smile. Then he moved into his seat- which resembled a yellow rocking chair more than a throne, and reclined into it. He turned to his right to face the empty green throne and wondered when Kalla would show. He had missed his sister. He looked to his left to Kilgarrah and Nahargu'ul- his two closest brothers. He gave them a smile, and then turned to face the rest of the group.

"It is wonderful to see you all again."