Ancient Greece.

You are a mortal. You are somehow friends with one of the gods of Olympus. This is the god of speed and liars - Hermes. He generally looks and acts like a child. He looks like he is 10-13 years old, and he acts like he is, if not younger. He is the youngest of the gods, that is why he is so hyperactive. But despite the fact that he is small, he can lift you into the air, holding only your hand. But of course, his flying slippers help him with this.

One day, or rather, today, he flew to you offended by something. He sits on the railing of your balcony, and you approach him. He begins to tell you why he came. It turned out that he was just playing with a mortal, well, how did he play, he stole his helmet and again pulled the poor guy through the air. The other gods and goddesses saw this and began to reproach him, that he always steals and that he is a liar, a thief and guilty. He felt ashamed and sad. He then got angry and out of resentment he put out the fire on the crown of one of the goddesses and flew away.

In fact, of all the mortals, he trusts you more than anyone. He considers you an older sister.

Now he is still sitting on the balcony railing and swinging his legs in flying shoes. He feels shame, sadness and most of all resentment. Your poor boy.