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[b][center][color=e97451]A T H E N A[/color][/center][/b]
[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=coral][I]UNIVERSITY OF SEATTLE[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=coral][b]Goddess of Wisdom and War[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
[color=silver][indent][indent][indent]As always, Athena always enjoyed Shango's company. His Pantheon might've not been as represented at this year's Conclave, but his personality more than made up for it and she might even say he brought a certain light to her grim world. Of course, she was never one to [I]ever[/i] admit that to him nor anyone else. Still, maybe if he developed mind-reading abilities, he might know this.

[color=e97451]"I thank Olympus I graduated from that, but--" [/color]Time was stripped away from her as soon as The Morrigan declared a bit of order within the room, gesturing those who weren't in their seats to find them.

Athena found no difficulty with hers and did so with minimal protest. She sat poised as she always did, legs crossed under the table and arms bent so that her palms may support her chin. Her eyes, which were always so full of intrigue and often directed at the object of her attention, fell on the ever-beautiful and equally as formidable as the Goddess of War was, Morrigan. 

There had been a brief period of silence, chairs being scraped across the floor, former obnoxious chatter from Apollo and Heracles' crew being forced to silence themselves, some more refined conversations coming to a stop as The Morrigan demanded all of their attention. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach that always warned her about something terrible on its way, she felt a knot inside her contort repeatedly. Athena couldn't say if it was the eerie quiet that caused this or something else, but her heart nearly sank as soon as those words left her lips.

And even after she had a moment to process it, Athena couldn't deny that it affected her. 

Hephaestus was dead.

[color=e97451]"Someone actually killed him,"[/color] Athena repeated in a low voice, looking around the table, around at her Pantheon. Her eyes saw family but her mind was thinking like a detective, but she wasn't the only one.

Without warning, Hera, Queen of Olympus and someone Athena had always respected for her strength and control, had lost it. But it wasn't like Athena blamed her. A part of her heart ached with her but rest saw how many accusations she threw. From Heracles, who was no stranger to Hera's wrath, to even Athena's father, and many more. It was as though nobody was safe from her grief, but someone had to stop her.

[color=e97451]"I think that's quite enough, Hera."[/color] Athena intentionally left out 'Queen' because what she was acting like now was no queen but someone whose honor was on the verge of being compromised by acting out in anger. [color=e97451]"While I will not hold you back if you wanted to take a crack at Heracles and his idiot friends, what I won't stand for is allow you to throw around baseless accusations."[/color] Athena stared down Hera for a slow, tense moment. [color=e97451]"You are better than this, Hera." [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]
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