"What?" Eris was taken aback by this as it had never happened before. She even stumbled a little bit, the heals she wore catching on the plush carpet. She had always worn heels after it was apparent that she wouldn't grow taller than five feet and she was embarrassed by that fact, although not as embarrassed as she was by the wings. These two reasons alone were a big part of why she was always so confrontational with others as they would constantly mock her about her height and her deformity. Her sister's were ok to her, the ones she was on good terms with. But even her father scorned her and for a long time after her birth, refused to believe that Eris was his child, insisting that Hera had must have gotten fucked by a turkey or something. The fighting took a lot out of Hera too so even though she loved her daughter, in her deepest thoughts, she blamed the child for the problems between her and her husband at that time.