' Oh, come on, Tire! '

Hermes whined as he followed Tiresias through the underworld, floating in the air as the wings attached to his head and sandals flapped non-stop. Tiresias had been ignoring Hermes, his current "fan", all day long — just because he had pranked Tiresias by hiding his staff.. Although, Tiresias knew where it was since- did he even have to explain his powers? Anyways. Tiresias continued walking through the land beside the river of death souls, his white hair gleaming softly under the light of the place.

' I do not wish to stablish a conversation with you right now, Hermes.. '

Tiresias responded dryly, almost bluntly, to Hermes. He remained unfazed, but the floating eyes that accompany him were frowning. He wasn't happy with Hermes, and it wouldn't take to be a great mighty God to notice it.. Tiresias didn't even know why in the name of the gods did Hades allow Hermes to pass by from time to time to visit Tiresias and all of that.. But he wished that Hades hadn't made that decision.

.

It was just to see the way Tiresias pushed forward, walking with the help of his staff to identify the path ahead. He wouldn't have been angry if Hermes had a little bit of brain in that head of his, but, that wouldn't happen in a long time.. And he, sadly, was aware of such a stupidity.