Hera looked up from the scarf she had used to cover her face and gazed at the brightly colored building standing behind the large overly decorated gates in front of her. She didn't like coming to this residence because this is where Apollo had moved to after his little spat with Zeus, and by 'spat', this referred to the a time when Apollo tried to have his father killed by an army of demons that he had created by feeding mortals the blood of titans, but that was a story for another day.
In as much as Hera wasn't suppose to be here, by her husband's orders of course, it was not Apollo she had come to see, it was his housemate Helios, the god who had been given most of Apollo's duties while he was under house arrest for his crime against the pantheon.
Hera walked gracefully in her golden stilettos towards the intercom on the gate and pressed the button on it. "Hello…"
