A sculpture, a sculpture of a woman. She was exquisitely beautiful, like a real, living thing, and when she was placed in the center of the great hall, all the gods couldn't help but be captivated by her.
"This is…"
With a keen sense of the statue's uniqueness, Hera felt a disturbance in her authority.
Zeus hadn't spoken to her about this so-called gift; she hadn't known of the sculpture's existence beforehand, if it indeed was a sculpture.
As the goddess of Fertility, the Heavenly Empress sensed a similar power within her. If nothing went wrong, it was propagation, the source of new life.
And a lifeless object should not possess such power.
"She is the gift I have prepared. I had the Cyclops sculpt her meticulously, and our new friend, the embodiment of love and beauty, bestowed upon her peerless looks. And I," Zeus said, "endowed her with a good heart—a desire to explore and learn about everything. I think that's not a bad thing, right?"
