Flying and messages.

[chrysopteron]

Flying is a gift form the gods, but is aided by the anemoi. Iris counts herself lucky to be on good terms with all of them - Zephyr in particular.

"My friend the chrysopteron comes to visit me!" Zephyr cries. Iris smiles despite herself when she takes flight, a rush of vibrant blue underneath her wing. "How fare your travels? Tell me everything!"

Away from the Twelve to not be immediately overheard, Iris returns, "You already know all, friend sweet-wind." And adds nothing more.

"Does the messenger of Hera Panhellenios have nothing to tell such a compatriot?"

"I apologize. I am simply distracted."

Comments

[chrysopteron]

Are you sure?

But Erik has his own problems, and Charles is trying to fix everything - mortals don't work like that.

You cannot change him.

[balancingminds]

The wind feels nice but doesn't provide any answers and he closes it as he tucks the coil of hair away.

He should return to the others and see what he can do at the moment.

[chrysopteron]

Iris stays at the riverside for a lot longer than she intends, looking up at the fast moving clouds against a slowly darkening evening sky.

She heard him. Like she hears the others here, in her world.

There is work to be done here and Iris has dallied as long as possible. She leaves Charles' tokens with her father and takes flight again.