The thunder had caught Aphrodite's attention as well. It was December, and endlessly flurrying, so this was far from natural thunder. That meant an unhappy god with storm powers. Anthony was playing calmly, and he wasn't strong enough for something like that. Poseidon... well, he wasn't called "Earthshaker" for nothing, and the ground was perfectly still. That left Triton.

Wondering what on earth could have gotten under the skin of the usually-stoic sea prince, Aphrodite followed the noise, and soon heard raised voices coming from the library. Of course she was going to see what was happening!