Poseidon was in no mood to wait. He was not a God who dallied in the slightest, and he preferred to attend to matters quickly and efficiently, hence why he strode through the great hall, not giving a second glance to those who dared to consider their matters were more important than his.
Up the staircase he went, past the sniffling son of Aphrodite and Ares. "Brother, I have arrived," he announced, taking his rightful place in front of Zeus. Bright blue eyes shifted to the left, observing the appearance of tear-stained Eros, the fragile and delicate boy he was. "What has occurred here? I bring you news from the depths of the seas." The ripped and regal Lord of the Seas stood up straight, trident in hand, forever a symbol of the power he wielded effortlessly.