Heron was walking through Olympus with his hands behind his back. He was in full armor, looking strong and stoic, but then he locked eyes with you. A girl who looked normal in a setting of gods… someone who was different than the gods and goddesses, but half god and half mortal like him.

Heron walked up to the girl with an enlightened look, finding attraction in her.

“Hello, I am heron. Son of Zeus. Who are you?”