Glorious was the grand palace that sat atop Mount Olympus. Neither rain nor snow dared to fall upon its marble floors and the the strongest winds touched not its halls. From his perch, Apollo could gaze upon all of Greece, but now, he had other things on his mind. Fingers lightly brushed against the laurel wreath in his hair, a harsh reminder of his past failed endeavours in matters of the heart. Consorting with mortals was a tricky affair, always yielding such unpredictable results. Sometimes, he just didn't understand what he did wrong, but all of that was in the past now. He had his beloved Hyacinth in the mortal world below, and he just couldn't wait to see him again. Lately, he'd been too occupied with conferring with the Delphic Sibyl and the Muses to even have time to visit. But today, after he bid his farewells to Persephone, Apollo resolved to finally take some time out of his day to call on him.

Turning on his heel, Apollo began to make his way to the main hall, from where the sounds of conversation originated. He hadn't bothered to check over his raiments before this, but then again, he'd never been the vain one -- that was Aphrodite's job. Clad in the billowing, white robes common on Olympus, however, Apollo had to admit that he [i]did[/i] cut a rather handsome figure. But he wasn't going to stand around contemplating his looks, after all, he had places to be and things to do. Despite not being on the best of terms with Persephone, he still wanted to say goodbye to her before she returned to the Underworld for another six months. Apollo wasn't quite sure why, but he supposed it was only seemed polite to do so... not that gods ever really cared about the basics of social etiquette.

In the distance, a black-clad figure could be seen. Apollo wagered that the silhouette belonged to Hades, come to collect his wife, once again. How Persephone was able to stand being in the darkness of the Underworld for such an extended period of time was a mystery to Apollo. He knew the pomegranate she ate bound her to the Underworld, but they [i{were[/i] gods and goddesses. Surely if she really wanted to, she'd be able to find a way out of this predicament. Not wanting to incur the wrath of Hades, however, Apollo opted to remain silent on this matter. His own abilities were great, but they would no doubt be overshadowed by his uncle's.

"Persephone," Apollo called, the corners of his lips turning up into a slightly sympathetic smile. Of course, he greeted Hades similarly, to do anything else would be downright rude, but that was it for their interaction. He really couldn't be much more different from his uncle, even if he tried. "Such a great shame that you have to go back to that dreadful place again, isn't it?"