*In Dynodes*
It was beautiful, truly beautiful and something that no one in their right mind would ever mistake for a prison. Taking in the crisp skies that gave light to some of the most wonderfully saturated plant life she had ever seen she knew that even if he had built this place, its staggering beauty could not have come from Zeus.
Hera stood at the gate of Dynodes like she was expecting some line of defence but one such line did not exist. No one was aware of her presence thankfully because she had thought ahead to cloak herself from seen and felt and it seemed to be doing its job quite well.
