The room was large. It had to be, to hold members of the Greek pantheon. Not all were present, but many were, and all were behaving reasonably well. Greg sipped at his drink and scanned the room, looking for one person in particular. When he found her, he began walking in her direction.
“She’s inherited you’re allure, you know.” Greg said, walking up behind his sister.
“Nice to see you too, Ares.” Aphrodite replies, tossing her blonde hair back over her shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“I mean others are drawn to her. You should know what that’s like.”
“I hope it’s not as bad as it can get with me.”
“No. But whether that changes as she gets older remains to be seen.”
“How old is she now?”
“Seventeen. She’ll turn eighteen around the time Persephone heads back to Hades.”
“And Stephen? How is he?” she looked saddened at the thought of him.
“He’s had some difficulties recently. He inherited some of my anger issues, and lashed out against Trish. In part, I think, because she looks so very much like you did.”
“Your anger is terrifying, you know that, right?”
Greg nodded. “I know. I’ve mellowed out over the years, though. Not nearly as angry. Perhaps Athena rubbed off on me.” he shrugged.
“Take care of them.”
“I’m trying, sis. I really am.”
Aphrodite sighed. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Our son is trying to play matchmaker again.” she turned, marching over to him. “Eros! Stop it with the matchmaking already!”
Greg calmly walked over. “Any good mortal matches lately?”
Eros looked at his father. “I think I’ve made a couple good ones over in your neck of the woods. Time will tell for sure though.”
“Any clues as to who?”
“You know how to look for where I’ve been.”
Greg nodded. “How’s Psyche?”
“She’s good, thanks for asking.”
“Give my love?”
Eros nodded, and Greg dismissed himself with a two fingered salute to mingle with the rest of his brethren.