Percy –
Even he gets more love than me. What do I get? More golden stuff to buy nothing with, I mean there's not much to do with a golden drachma than to create an Iris Message, and I can't very well give myself money?
But then again, is there anything else to do than be everyone else's telephone operator?
War –
I can feel it approaching. I know this stuff. I hear stuff. Being the operator isn't always bad. But sometime I don't want to hear all this stuff. I don't want to know about Poseidon's armies being destroyed in the dozens. I don't want to hear about Morpheus's betrayal (or that is how they word it). I once loved Morpheus, but now, war is coming.
I can feel it in my bones and it doesn't help that I can hear it over messages too.
Love –
I've once loved Morpheus.
They don't think I love him anymore.
I think I still do.
But now, standing here, in Hera's garden of eternal love and loss, and watching (and hearing) Hecate and Morpheus kiss and embrace each other, I can't be fooled any longer.
I may be most informed goddess in Olympus, but like everyone else, I can't see what I don't want to see.
Friendship –
I once had a friend. I once had two friends.
Then one died, and another hates me now.
Damn.
Life sucks.
Music –
The soft melodies of the Viola comfort me like nobody's divine business. Because this is nobody's business, because no goddess should ever have to stand outside a building, listening to music because she's afraid of the god of sun that lies within.
Chocolate –
It's yummy. I wish they gave me chocolate instead of gold but humans often have a funny way of prioritizing things.
Iris Message-
Iris isn't here. If you want to send a message, use a damn computer, or ask Hermes. He's certainly better than a "lowly" minor deity as moi.