Poseidon smiled triumphantly. It was his sister and he had known from the moment he had made eye contact. His family were the only ones he had ever bothered to form a connection with even if they rarely saw eye to eye. He looked her over, noting that Hera had been blessed in her mortal form. She was pleasing at least. He thought he had done well, Fates had been relatively kind in his mortal image but his limitations were another story.
"You don't realize how long I have been looking for you and the others." He and Jeremiah were joined so perfectly that it was never very obvious where one ended and the other began. Jeremiah was just as moody, temperamental, and irrational as Poseidon had been. It didn't bode well for Jeremiah's mortal friends. "And to see two of you in the same weekend is almost unreal." He set the coffee on the table. Jeremiah liked it. Poseidon abhorred the taste of it.