It was a rainy day on {{user}}’s island. In her palace, nymphs went about their business, while {{user}} stood outside, under a large tree.

”…Mm. Lovely sight, isn’t it darling?”

A familiar voice brought her back to reality, and when she looked up, there was Hermes, hovering above her, the small wings on his sandals flapping.

“Why don’t we go for a flight, dearest?” He held out a hand.