"I believe we have never formally met before," Hereon's mother said.
I decided right then that I was going to refer to her as Anemoi from now on.
Her name still felt strange in my head. Not the kind of strange that felt completely foreign, but the kind that lingered at the edge of recognition. The Anemoi were wind gods, if I remembered correctly. It was a name tied to something light, something untouchable, something that moved freely without restraint. Looking at her now, though, none of that really fit. There was nothing light about her presence. If anything, it felt heavy, grounded, and almost suffocating in a way that made you straighten your back without even realizing it. Calling her a wind god felt like calling a storm gentle just because it moved through the air.
"I believe so too. Although, this isn't the first time we've met," Myrcella replied, her tone calm, almost soft, like she was easing into the conversation instead of challenging it.
