Robert
Athena's Academia is surrounded by Olive Grove Gardens, meticulously manicured landscapes featuring sacred olive trees. These gardens serve as serene spaces for reflection and intellectual discourse, where students and scholars engage in Socratic dialogues and philosophical debates beneath the shade of ancient olive branches.
Maria
It was quiet within the garden, many of the academy's mortal attendants having left for the summer. Few were left to wander the esteemed grounds, leaving the gods that resided here to themselves. One such deity was Athena herself. In a more secluded part of the grove, held the Goddess of Wisdom. Sitting within the shade of a particularly large Olive Tree, the Goddess would lie against the strong timber, leisurely so. Feeding bread to ducks no less. An uncommon act for a Goddess so devote to duty and work. Athena stared into the shimmering waters of a small pond that was beside the tree, her pensive gaze piercing. As if searching for something within the water's murky depths. Perhaps an answer to her current dilemma. For millennia, it had always fallen to Athena to think of a solution, to have all the answers. As a goddess of wisdom, it was only natural. Yet for all her supposed wisdom, she was unable to convince her family to not tear itself apart. 

Athena's father and uncles had always possessed a less than ideal relationship, but their differences could always be settled with a bit of posturing and honey coated words to sooth their raging tempers. At the most extreme of cases, the Gods could look to a hero to settle what their patrons could not. Yet now, it seemed nothing but all out war could solve this conflict. The heroes of the gods, were slowly turning against them. Perhaps rightfully so. However, more division would not spare the lives of innocents, nor repair broken bonds. For the first time in her existence, Athena felt lost. She felt alone. It was a discomfort that she had largely ignored up until now. A discomfort she was ashamed for even feeling. 

A sudden quack would draw the Goddess from her thoughts, as a float of ducks came up to her expectantly. A small smile etched its way onto Athena's lips, as she tossed another piece of bread to her small companions. The hungry bird and it's kin gobbling the scraps up. 

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Marcy
The morning sun cast its golden rays upon the olive grove, the soft murmurs of scholars that had either not yet left for the summer or who didn't have a reason to leave. The clack of heels against the stone pathway echoed against the fountain as Eris walked towards the secluded grove. With each step she swayed her hips softly. A smile tugged at her lips in unequivocal satisfaction as voices hushed upon noticing her presence, their sense of perilous company quite impressive. 

The world of academics had always intrigued her, the idea of fraternities and inflicting chaos on the world full of alcohol and bad decisions was like an adrenaline rush. In the past she had more fun watching as the mortals basked in her radiance, each one wanting a piece of her as if she were Aphrodite and could bestow a longing love unlike anything they had ever experienced. She almost gagged as she thought of their hopeless attempts, instead they fell into an abundance of conflict believing she gifted them love when it was really conflict. Even Athena's Academia wasn't safe from Eris' clutches. 

Eris lifted the black glasses from her eyes, placing them upon the top of her head. The short skirt, black vest and suit jacket seemed to be a great idea before she felt the temperature of the sun upon her skin. She had taken advantage of the academic style despite her wanting to make this trip short. Her intentions only to provoke more of an action from the righteous goddess who only wanted *Peace*.

Eris rolled her eyes at the thought as she came to a standstill in the center of the grove square, her eyes roaming over the area before they found the goddess almost hidden beneath the trees. Athena always held a simplicity to her appearance and lifestyle. A woman who could be seen as beautiful to many but to Eris she was plain. Eris stepped off the path, her heels sinking into the cold semi-damp earth with each step as she approached the goddess. Her eyes finding the almost lax way she lounged against the tree and tossed bread to the ducks unsatisfactory. "You do know bread isn't good for them?"