Hermes knew the place of course, he picked it. The structure, the fawns and nymphs made little impact upon him. His eyes were scanning the room to see who still answered his call. Hermes smiled. Part of him was sure after the last gathering no one would accept his invitations. It’s not as if he felt anyone blamed him for the Hecate – Echidna imposture or the crack that released the Titans. But, he had gathered, helped convince, and encouraged them to all take part in what Hermes could never call a success. For some reason he was glad Tyche was by his side and was not involved in that escapade.
His eyes first went to Zeus, Hera and Poseidon along the bar. He chuckled seeing them gravitate together so quickly. That was a slight surprise and he knew it must have been Hera’s doing. She was skilled in making things uncomfortable. Whatever she endured under his father’s wing she more than deserved. Never once did Hermes view her as a victim. She was right where she put herself, most likely because she wanted to be there.
With that small bitter taste in his mouth, Hermes turned to the group that brought a genuine smile to his face. Apollo, Artemis and Hecate stood at closer end of the bar. Their faces held smiles that looked much more sincere than the ones just down the counter. Although when he looked closer Apollo’s glow seem dim.
Of course Hephaestus was in the far corner with Athene attending to him as she always did. He knew she would come but Hephaestus was a slight surprise. Not as much of a surprise as seeing Persephone. Good for her, he thought as he watched her move across the floor to approach someone. Wait who was that? A party crasher? Hermes laughed out loud enjoying the fact that somehow Areion had stomped in. Hermes always enjoyed a sneak.
Then he squinted to see who was not here. No Aphrodite? How could she not come? And of course if she was not here Ares was not either. He glanced to Ty sure she would be disappointed if her mother didn’t even make an attempt. Well, it is not as if disappointment was a new emotion for any of them. But where was Dionysus? Is he thumbing his nose at them as if to say once again he was right and the rest were wrong?
Hermes took a breath and patted Tyche’s arm. He took a broad wide step into the center of the room and laughed. It was loud and joyful, echoing off the art and high walls of the Parthenon. “Welcome. Thank you for coming.” He yelled in a smooth singing voice. He thought he would say more but instead he released Ty’s arm and took a deep dramatic bow. As he did more nymphs scurried through the room with trays of food, grapes, figs, cheeses and breads. Fauns began to play soft music from one corner. The lights dimmed showing the constellations on the ceiling above.
He quickly took Tyche’s arm again and winked to her. “Since it is not your mother you seek out first, and she is not here yet, a late entrance always suited her, who it is you want to greet? Grandfather?” He asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes.