A better behaved person would have found the Zeus and Hera dorms too statuesque, too imposing to invade. But Lissa never got very far in life by being sensible.
She waited until the dorms looked relatively empty, then tucked her Hermes pin in one pocket, casually strolling through the conjoining courtyard like it had always been hers. Lissa had gone the extra mile to even look the part, wearing the only pair of respectable slacks she owned along with a pastel button-down shirt, several buttons down. There was little to be done for taming her hair--she'd attempted to slick it back, but in the short walk it had already become an unruly mess, curling wildly in the summer sun. But Lissa didn't need to be perfect, she just needed to be passable enough to go unnoticed.
If only Lissa was better practiced in that--it was more fun to be seen, to be heard. But she was supposed to practice the tenants of the god who'd chosen her, yes? So didn't this count as training? It was the excuse she'd already rehearsed for the inevitability where she got caught, and it was one that she even almost believed.
With a mouthy grin wrought too tight to be up to any good, Lissa turned abruptly and stepped through the marble columns of the Hera dorms, her eyes running wide as she admired the view of the interior. For once, she was silent as she mouthed a 'wow', strolling slowly into what appeared to be their 'casual' living area. The stocky woman lowered herself onto a cushioned chair, reveling in the softness of the fabrics and the stark cleanliness of the house.
"I could really get used to this," she murmured to herself, kicking her feet up on an elegantly ornate armrest. For all that the rest of her outfit looked put-together, her shoes were the same-old sneakers, faded and dusty from all the walking she'd done.
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