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The day broke just like the rest on Olympus – sunny, warm, with a clear and azure sky, yet another party mood, for the gods are joyous, and woe betide those who would ruin it. Unfortunately, Athena now felt less like joyous and more like restless; oddly concerned, even. As far as she could see – and as a patron of owls, she could see quite far, and in a detail – nothing was out of place; neither a titan nor a giant was coming forth – and yet… Athena looked around (in a human, not an owl, fashion) at the rest of her family – was she the only one? Leto’s twins were doing their own twin thing, Hestia was listening to Demeter… uh, complain about Hades and Persephone, Hephaestus was trying to catch Aphrodite’s attention who was shooing Eros away and flirting with Ares, who… was actually ignoring Aphrodite inasmuch as it was possible, and talking to Eris. Athena frowned. What was Eris doing here? That is to say, there was little anyone could do to bar the goddess of Strife from going