“If you plan on cheating, why not go all the way?” Aeolus pouted as the wind tousled his hair. Hermes resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the petulant young god.
“How is it cheating? I was charged to deliver a letter so I’m delivering it.” He dug into the bag at his hip. “No one specified how.”
“I’m pretty sure Hera didn’t intend this. She did take away your sandals.”
Hermes grinned and wiggled his now unencumbered toes. The strap was rubbing anyway.
“Just keep this metal bird in the air. We’ve got a lot of distance to cover.”
*Aeolus: God of wind
Hermes: God of boundaries, travel, communication, trade, language, and writing