Hades stood slightly back behind his two younger brothers slightly obscured by shadows his bright blue eyes watching the witch. And as he watched he could see her age before his eyes, her dark hair graying and her straight spine curving. It was odd among the deathless gods to watch one of them waver so close to it, the image fascinated him. But it was not the first time he had seen her so, and he new sooner or later she would be back to her glory. He inclined his head towards the woman “My lady.”
His eyes moved over towards his youngest brother, watched him closely. Hades k new well what was on Zeus’ mind, after all he had made no effort to hide it. And in Hades opinion Zeus opinion had teetered near tantrum, and that might have been the reason he had pushed to draw lots, to annoy Zeus. After all Hades did not want the sky, his eyes where well too attune to the dark. He felt home in the dark, Hades figured he could make a nice life under the dark sea.
Hades eyes then turned to his other brother, Poseidon. He was more like himself, and like himself Hades knew of his precondition to the dark. But he was harder to read, Hades didn’t know what Poseidon wanted in this matter and while Hades wanted to annoy Zeus he had more noble intentions towards Poseidon.