“Oh goodness, no,” Hera replied promptly, pleased with the quick arrival of her messenger. Though Iris had never let her down before, she had been instructed to come dressed differently than usual. That might have taken a few extra moments, but still, there was Iris just as speedy as always. She gave her attendant a smile.
“I would give you fair warning if we had to cross that bridge of theirs, my dear. Though truthfully,” she confessed, “I don't think it can hold a candle to the beauty of yours. Being able to walk upon it makes it dull, I think. And really, that guardian of theirs? Does he have any words in his vocabulary that extend beyond two syllables?”
Not that she thought those they'd encounter today would be much better in the discussion department. Though probably no worse when it came to being odoriferous. Perhaps it was because they didn't want to bathe when it was cold? It just seemed that once a certain line was crossed going northerly, the smell increased proportionally. Which would, she supposed, explain a great deal about the Norse pantheon in general. These mortals were likely to be rather similar, she supposed.
“No, today, Iris, today we are going on a fact finding mission.” Hera nodded decisively. “I wish to see this area that my son is going to help conquer. There must be something special about it for that new consul to want it so badly, don't you think? Let's go find out what it is.”