Re: Eros, Hera, Open to Anyone After getting her drink and happily avoiding the drooping daisy of a goddess on her way away from the bar, Hera looked for her husband. She'd lost him on her way across the beach. Unable to find him immediately, she shrugged and decided she'd rather not know what Zeus was up to on a beach full of half-naked goddesses. It would only upset her.
That thought had her looking, instead, for her brother. This was not the sort of gathering that would normally draw Hades out, she though, he was not exactly a social butterfly. However, there was the chance that Persephone would be here, and a chance to thwart their sister and her ridiculous continuation of the arrangement made thousands of years ago would be very appealing, Hera thought. She couldn't blame him. Her brother loved his wife, and Hera gave that marriage her personal blessing. Perhaps she could even distract Demeter for him, if the sour puss was somewhere on the beach. Hera doubted it.
She saw none of her siblings, actually, and Hera frowned slightly. She should probably track down her children and tell them to stop whatever silliness had them running about kissing people. But, she reasoned, it did seem to be keeping them from starting fights and brawls. They couldn't help that, it was in their nature, but because they were otherwise engaged the evening was going fairly smoothly. Even with all the kissing. She'd have to talk to them eventually, but she wasn't going to go hunting for them. Hera would wait for them to come within reach again. It probably wouldn't take long.
Wandering down the beach, sipping at her drink, Hera looked for someone worth talking to. When she encountered her grandson, she gave him a mild smile and greeted, “Eros. Are you just arriving, darling?”