Nike had been down in the human world amongst a celebration when news of the meeting reached her ears. The discontent among the demigods and the possible rebellion had not gone unnoticed by the victory goddess, but it had been pushed to the back of her mind as she danced, hand in hand, with the olive-skinned victor of the latest race in Greece. Obviously, that was not the best way to go about the situation, but the goddess found it difficult to think that there was another war brewing in the horizon so soon after the last one.

So much had been lost during dark days-- lives and hope, the two threads that held up human civilization, had appeared to be lost to the darkness brought upon by the Titans and the bloodshed. The events had fundamentally changed Nike and, after the victory, it had sent her into years of mourning. Now, she was back with the gods and humans and she was not ready to feel the searing pain once again.

She had taken the journey up the mountain by means of flight and her powerful wings broke through the crowds as she reached the top of Mount Olympus, bringing a surge of wind that wavered the light of the torches. Nike's feet touched the white stone of Olympus and she began walking down the corridor, her golden wings folding behind her and disappearing, leaving behind only the golden tattoo of wings across her back. The hem of the white toga she wore danced around her feet as she moved around the table to where her seat was waiting for her.

Dark eyes scanned the surface, seeing who had yet to arrive. Her heavy gaze stopped when they reached Clidohna, her expression serious as Nike noticed the goddess of peace deep in thought. Nike had not lived in Mount Olympus before the battle, rather living between the human world and the Underworld with her mother, so she had only come to know the goddess during the war. Her affiliations to the gods, however, was more distanced since she had kept away from them for so long, so really it was only a handful amongst this table that she really spoke to. But Nike understood the importance of victory and peace working together and if this was not a time in history where they needed to join forces, then she wasn't sure there would be any moment at all.

Nike sat in silence. Her eyes flickered over to Zeus's chair, the largest in the whole table, and she hoped that he would arrive soon. Or rather, she hoped that the other gods arrived in a timely manner so that Zeus would finally come. It had taken Nike more than two hours to arrive at Olympus, but that was because she had not left as soon as she had received the message. Nike had been right here in Greece, meaning that her flight had not taken long, but other gods had to travel from much more distant places. The goddess just hoped she hadn't underestimated the time it took the rest to get here. She didn't want to become impatient waiting.

Her fingers tapped against the white stone of the table, her mind flying back to today's game in order to keep her mind preoccupied. Her humans had been so happy, even those who had lost had something to celebrate, and she knew that those times would be over if war came. Humans were usually the last ones to have victory in situations like these.