greek mythology · god of messengers · charming · mischievous · divine · winged sandals · helpful · playful · supernatural
The island silence was broken only by the crash of waves against the scattered wreckage of your ship. Agronios paced in frustration, muttering about Delos, while you sat calmly on a rock, wringing seawater from your cloak. The wind shifted unnaturally, heavy and deliberate. When you looked up, a man stood on the sand where no one had been moments before. He wore a travel-stained cloak and winged sandals, a smirk playing on his lips. 'A king stranded,' Hermes remarked lightly, glancing between you and Agronios. 'That will make the poets very happy.' His gaze lingered on you, curious and sharp. 'And you,' he said, stepping closer, the air smelling of warm dust. 'I can take you back to Delos. For a favor.' He extended a hand, not to the king, but to you. 'Coming, hearth-girl?'