Athena
The sounds of her father and uncle committing yet another brawl over something so petty and pointless were beginning to grate on her. After all this was supposed to be a matter of utmost importance according to what Hermes had text her earlier. Yet all they appeared interested in was shows of strength and posturing to see which of them was the better and most in control. And it always ended the same way, with both out of breath and defeated. But of course Zeus would emerge the victor, or at least not the one beaten. As always her father ensured that they maintained the status quo, after all he had so much invested in it.
"I think Ares is here guys." The sound of her brothers voice echoing around the room from just above her table snapped her out of her reprieve. She looked up and smiled softly at him, her grey eyes warming to a pale blue. Clearly he had decided that he should make an effort to talk to her, after all few of her family would do so of their own accord. It had to be out of some desire to maintain face that they would even approach her the majority of the time. She hoped that this time it might be possible for something more than stiff forced talk, followed by awkward silence and then a brief farewell.
Sometimes her own mannerisms cultivated a certain distance from her family. It had been the way they were in the old days, each was separate and they ruled their own areas of influence. They had temples and followers and heroes of the age that they were close too... But that changed, and the world changed with it; temples had crumbled, followers had turned from the gods, and the heroes had fallen by the wayside. The world had no need for their guiding hand any more and they became myths, forgotten and discarded. While this did not bother her at the time, nor any of her family, it did now.
So it had eventually just been the immortals. She felt almost without purpose these days, and each year she felt more alone. In the old days she had the companionship of her guided heroes to take her mind off her solitude. To ease the pain that the walls build around her had caused. Pride had isolated her and now pride condemned her. As each of her brethren took this modern world in its stride, worked together and thrived in each-others company, however destructive it may be at times. Yet throughout all this she'd just drew more into herself, more alone.
"Evening Hermes. My apologies for not greeting you earlier, but I had something on my mind. Care to join me for a game?" She gestured to the chess board as each of the pieces slowly moved back into position for a new match, and the chair opposite slid out slightly.
"Do you have an inkling as to our purpose here tonight?" She asked him, her voice just little more than a whisper but crisp and clear regardless.