My beloved Nike (Nike)
How long had it been since their evening romp in the confinds of the guarden, just outsid eht great hall? It could have been days or years It wouldn't have mattered to Hermes.
The Imp of a god kept each rapturous moment of that night fresh in his mind, Playing through it time and time again while he made his way through his delivering. All the while he grinned to himself. Each paverse thought caught the corners of his mouth and he would grin broadly and chuckle to himself. All who'd met with HErmes in those days after the party could only imagion what had caused such a perk in the Master of mischeifs mood. And most would prefure not to know.
Hermes couldn't help obsessing over His passionate night with Nike and thought of her in all her glory, with and without her robes. It was these thoughts that aroused a need in Hermes. The need to see his beautiful goddess of victory again. With a light hearted grin and a big deep breath of fresh air he was off like a flash to gather gifts for the queen of his emotions and lust.