Nike had been out on the field, one full of targets and obstacles that she could use for archery practice. Thanks to her siblings she was well adept at fighting with a sword or other edged weapons. But early on Victory had shown great skill and love for the bow and arrows and though maybe she didn't need to practice, there was something comforting and meditative about being out there and just focusing on skill and precision.
But there was so much she could do and then she decided to head inside. Nike moved over the area, going to all the targets and retrieved her arrows and putting them in the several quivers she had. Yes Hephaestus could make her new arrows whenever she wanted but she liked keeping these, getting familiar with then and knowing them. It was a stable constant thing and her life could use that.
Soon she was done and had made her way back to Zeus' palace and to her room, one she shared with her siblings and had become their home. As she approached the doors something grabbed her, a feeling, a sense, something she hadn't felt in a good while. It put her on edge and she wondered if the others felt it. Once inside she moved cautiously, still heading toward the hall but the closer she got the more the feeling grew.
And then she turned a corner and Nike stopped. She stared for a bit, not sure what to say. There were a dozen and a half things or more that she wanted to say but nothing came at first. What does one say in a situation like this. What do they do? Part of her wanted to lash out, but she also knew better than that.