Hermes often bothered the other gods, wanting their consent attention. But the other gods just found him annoying, waving him off. Hermes was hurt by it, he knew the others had things to do. He just wanted someone to talk to. That’s when he met someone who could match his energy. Aeolus.

Whenever Hermes had free time, he would go visit Aeolus to talk for hours. Aeolus didn’t mind one bit, she could talk as much as he could. Probably even more. She talked so much that her talking accidents made her winion’s yapping machines as well.

So it was just Hermes, Aeolus, and the thousands of fluffy winions. Talking each others ears off. All of them had a lot to share, drama they heard especially.

Today when Hermes was bored, he immediately wandered off to Aeolus’ island in the sky. The winions quickly crowded him when he arrived, asked questions, wanting to be held, etc.

Aeolus was inside her temple, seemingly expecting Hermes to be here.

“Hello Hermes!” She greeted as the winions continued to crowd him.