Erato stood on the roof of the hotel, facing the dawn, her arms wrapped around herself. This night had been not what she'd expected, not what she'd looked forward to, not the joyous night with her sisters that she'd wanted. Their performance had gone over brilliantly of course, and she loved singing with them, but then Apollo had crashed the stage and she'd just gone to pieces, no longer sure what she'd wanted any more.
And now the ball was winding down, and she stood alone as the night ended, as the sky turned grey and pink around the edges. Her heart still longed for Apollo of course, but he just didn't appreciate her. Was it so much to ask to be someone's one and only? She knew she looked lovely in her dress, hints of leg visible through the translucent fabric, and the wind played with her hair, making her look like a heroine on the moors. And yet anyone else she'd spoken to tonight had been scared off by Apollo, one way or another. She'd hadn't really had any fun in any nooks.
With a melancholy sigh, Erato pulled her wrap closer, and watched rosy-fingered dawn break over the city, with absolutely nothing to show for it.