Hermes laughs loud and bright at the poorly done ruse, allowing Achilles to turn him around. The laugh turns into a giggle as he’s smacked, already on his way.
“Alright, alright, I’m going. I wouldn’t be able to stand having to listen to him talk.”
His wings start flapping as he takes off, turning midair to wave at Achilles. “Bye, darling. Hebe will be by soon, I’m sure. Be ready for her to needle you for gossip while you braid her hair.”
“Farewell, clever cheetah.” Achilles does his best to keep a straight face, but it finally breaks at Hermes’ giggle. He returns Hermes’ wave with a smile and a matching laugh. It’s a relief to see Hermes off like this—to know he’ll return again soon. Their relationship has involved far too many careful good-byes, given in the shadow of danger and uncertainty.
Achilles watches Hermes until he’s out of sight, then turns to gather flowers fit to embellish a goddess’ braids.
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Achilles watches Hermes until he’s out of sight, then turns to gather flowers fit to embellish a goddess’ braids.