Flying and messages.

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."