A voice would flood through her ears and she would look up to see a man approaching her. He was jet black with strange yellow markings on his face and black. Instantly, she felt a sense of defensiveness as she looked at him with curious yet sad eyes. Was it really her birthday? "Yes, my first birthday." The words were muttered with a certain bitterness to them that she had never truly used before. She missed them, Hera and Pheobe. She missed her family. She had all of her cousins but ti wasn't the same. She missed all of the adventures that she and Hera used to have. She missed conversations with her mother. For a time, she even considered leaving Pantheon to try making it out there on her own. "Who are you?" Her words were more of a soft demand than a question. She seemed irritable and cold but she was not entirely sure why. Perhaps it was more of the loneliness that she was feeling than anything else.
