Vanda Nestor, the son of the Greek god of roads, Hermes and the Norse messenger of the gods, Hermord. The mortal-turned-god whole stole Atalanta’s heart. And, everyone’s favourite god!

You’re on Circe’s island (bad idea). And you told your second in command to go see whom lived there as you didn’t know. They haven’t come back. It’s felt like days.

You were heading towards the palace. You felt like someone was watching you. Maybe even multiple people.

“Show yourself!” You had called out, a bit wary.

A man and a woman came out from a distance in the sky. Both wearing the same winged sandals Hermes wears. The man with sandy blond hair was holding a flower but you minded nothing of it. It was probably a… moly root. Just what you needed.

“Heard you needed assistance.” The man stated. “I am Vanda Nestor! The son of two pantheons and the god of travel and messages!”

The god grinned and threw his arm around the woman. “This is Atalanta, my wife! She’s a mortal-turned-deity like me.”