❝ when the stars fall from the sky, you and i will dance in the fire they leave ❞
Hermes knew one thing to be true in this universe; the Fates had blessed him greatly and he would not waste this opportunity. Not least when the elusive Guardian of D...
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𝖀ntil a god attempted to woo her...
"My Lady..." There was a call of her title, as Delia lazily opened one eye, waving her hand for the person to continue speaking. "He's back again, my Lady."
"Who?" Delia huffed. She had been lounging on a chaise in the open atrium of her home, basking in the afternoon heat, surrounded by the scent of freshly baked bread and sweet fruits that were just about to ripen.
"The Messenger god. He's on the Northern peninsula." Delia sighed, before pushing herself up from the chaise.
"I shall see him now." Yawning, the goddess managed to straighten her hair, pulling her sandals on and tying them at her own leisurely pace.
"You are not normally about at this hour." Leto stated, as Delia passed her at the door, still yawning. The pregnant titan was walking around, finding that it soothed her twins, though her hair was damp and her clothes were slung over her arm.
"Messenger Boy is back." Delia mumbled.
"Oh." That had the goddess pausing, twisting around to stare at Leto with wide eyes and a cocked head.
"What?"
"Nothing." Leto squeezed her shoulder gently. "Go on. Go see what Messenger Boy wants."
Delia watched her go, confusion running through her, before spinning on her heel and heading towards the rocky, northern shores of her island. As she wandered through the fruit groves, Delia continued to turn Leto's words over in her head, trying to make sense of what the Titaness meant. What did 'oh' mean? Was that something bad? Or was it good?
Or did it mean something else entirely?
The path appeared in front of her, winding down the cliff side, as Delia followed it, before passing through the barrier and appearing on the rocky shore. Hermes caught sight of her, looking up from where he had been fiddling with his sandals. He was practically vibrating with excitement as he beamed at her, the wings on his sandals whirring to the point of a blur.
"Delia!" The guardian narrowed her eyes at the god once more, as he fluttered over and began to ramble, more to himself than anyone else but Delia didn't mind it. "I managed to find you the vanilla pods that you asked for, but I wasn't sure how many you needed so I brought you a plant of them instead so that you could grow them, you seem to like growing plants from what I can tell, and I got you brown sugar and multiple cocoa pods, as many as I could carry at least. Also, there are some oranges and apricots in there for you and Leto. I didn't think that you would have them on the island so I made sure to get you some, and there's enough for a couple of weeks, but some of them aren't ripe yet and..."
"Thank you, Messenger Boy." She had to cut him off, otherwise she feared that Hermes would keep talking and talking. He grinned, nodding as she placed the bag down by her feet. "I appreciate it."
