Then Hermaphroditus arrived in rather striking attire, having seen a green, bird like mask that had entranced her with its beauty that she just had to buy. Then he went on to find a matching green dress that was also rather exotic in appearance, albeit not quite as noticeable as the mask that went with it. Hermaphroditus had decided that even if she was feeling miserable, it was too important of a day to ignore. It was the day his half-brother was worshiped by the mortals again.
He was happy for him.
At times like this, Hermaphroditus wished she had his own holiday that mortals still observed. Something to give him a boost of power when she needed it most. All the same, she was glad that his brother had this boost of power to get him through these hard times, and most of the time, Hermaphroditus was perfectly content with a modest amount of power. After all, he was never a widely popular god, and so he never grew to expect much.
Looking around, Hermaphroditus hoped to find someone interesting. Of course, masked the way she was, there was always the chance of meeting someone who wouldn't usually talk to him.