"Should I take these heels off and wear them when I'm close to the greenhouse?" Hera wondered in the middle of her walk. She stopped and gazed down, only to shake her head. "I can't do that and risk sullying Hera's reputation."
Just as Hera decided and took a step forward, she heard some rustling around her. She froze, her guard at an all-time high. Looking around, all she could see were some bushes on either side of the pathway.
"Who's there?" she raised her voice, wary of her surroundings. But alas, the silence was all she heard.
'Is it just the wind?' she wondered as a cold breeze brushed past her shoulders. 'I guess I'm just imagining it.'
Hera shook her head once more and continued her walk. Even so, she still instinctively kept her guard up, in case she wasn't imagining it. One thing she learned from the original Hera was to always listen to her instincts.
