She was not sure what it was that drew her down from Olympus to set foot on this barren plain. The vast nothingness rolled out before her like the sea, shifting and wavering until she forced her will upon it to become a forest of green. Trees erupted from the ground, decades of growth accomplished within seconds, and the space formed itself with the various flora that she found pleasing to the eye.

It would perhaps surprise most that Hera enjoyed nature, that her path before Zeus had been one similar to Artemis or Athena. After being freed from the belly of Kronos, she had fully intended on immersing herself in the world -- enjoying it for all that it offered, and leading with a compassionate heart for the weak and even after she had been tricked by Zeus, she thought perhaps she could continue as she’d planned. However, through the ages things had changed and she was certainly no innocent, frolicking goddess. She was as mean as any snake when provoked, almost eager to rip her claws through anyone and everyone that annoyed her.

Her body was draped in her favored color of ivory, a delicate and beautiful chiton as there had ever been. Her feet were bare in the grass, reveling in the feel of it beneath her. She had a sanctum in Olympus that was nearly identical to this, but there was something freeing about being away from prying eyes but also not trapped inside a mortal skin. She did not have to be a weak human, nor did she have to be the strong Queen. She could simply be and she had been rather curious of this place when it had appeared, this strange no-man’s land that seemed impervious to claim.

She had no doubt that both sides had tried, but the land returned to the formless nothing whenever it was left uninhabited. She hummed thoughtfully under her breath, lifting an arm towards the tree tops and giving her finger a little twirl. Birds fluttered into existence, creating a merry little song to fill the void of silence. Hera, admittedly, did not come to this place often. There was a wariness in her bones about it all, but she was irritated by Olympus at this very moment.

Athena and Ares were taking far too long to finish up their little war and had provided very little answers on when they intended to be done. Apollo -- well, he’d done nothing in particular yet but she always found the little snit annoying. There was still some simmering anger that Leto was still allowed to live, a constant reminder of Hera’s failure, and since she could not find Leto, it was taken out on the twins. And Zeus...her mind hated to even turn to him.

She’d been rather surprised to see him in the home of her own mortal persona. After their falling out, she had thought that they both would take some distance on Olympus and in the mortal realm -- at least until her own jealousy got in the way again. But there he had been, smiling smugly at her through the guise of some wretch hanging on to the arm of her persona’s brother. She’d wanted to scream, and yet somehow this was just…typical Zeus behavior. She shouldn’t have been surprised at all.

The golden goddess reached for her temples, rubbing at a stubborn ache that seemed to settle there. She had not come here to think of any of this. Another wave of her hand had a lounge being formed in a patch of sunlight she’d created. It was made of twisted limbs and vines, but given a very fine and very unnatural cushion for her comfort. She took to it, stretching out her body into the warm light that she had created and closed her eyes -- listening to the wind rustle the trees and her birds trilling in quiet bliss.