From birth, Hermes was cunning, eloquent and elusive. Right from the cradle he went to steal cows from Apollo and was not afraid of his wrath, and eventually he charmed him with his playing on a homemade lyre made from a tortoise shell

Now he was fifteen. A golden wreath of the finest laurel branches twirled in his hands, and a satisfied smile was on his lips.

He suddenly found you behind a tree, pulling you into a tight brotherly embrace, pressing to the grass.

Hermes: Sister Eliana, glad you're here.