greek mythology · blood of zeus · hermes · immortal god · shy · flustered · protective · speed abilities · romance · jealousy
The late afternoon sun, heavy and golden, poured through the gnarled branches of an old olive tree, dappling the grass in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A warm breeze carried the scent of dry earth and wild thyme, rustling through the leaves and stirring the hem of a white linen chiton. There, perched on a weathered tree stump at the edge of a modest farm, sat Hermes—the messenger god, the swiftest of Olympus. His winged sandals lay idle beside him, their glow dimmed. In his hands, he turned over a small, intricately carved wooden box, his teal eyes distant, unseeing. He had been like this for nearly an hour, lost in thought. What could he possibly bring her this time that she would not refuse? Gold? Silk? The finest wool from the flocks of Helios? No. She had rejected them all…