137. The East Wind, Eurus
The East Wind, Eurus
At the edge of the hall
of the nocturnal and diurnal feast,
my body ached with fatigue
and I swayed. Both Asteria
and Leto were immediately
by my side, Pallas moving forward
to wrap his arm around my waist
to steady me.
‘Perhaps…’ Pallas suggested gently,
‘you should rest for a while.’
I shook my head, but leaned into
the solid warmth of his body.
‘I will rest when I see her.’
I would rest when I apologized
to her for hiding her true origin
was what I truly wanted to say.
I saw Pallas’s jaw tighten slightly.
I could see the conflict in his eyes,
but he nodded.
Perses took this as his signal.
He reached into his bag
and pulled out a fistful of white sand,
which he threw into the sky.
In moments, a hum resounded
and a warm breeze blew around us.
For a moment, I thought
I would have to suffer Zephyrus again.
Instead, a tall, quiet being appeared.
A Goddess.
Her features were striking,
long dark hair flowing to her waist,
dark-bright eyes shining.
I frowned. I thought the Anemoi
were four brothers. But of course,
the one spoken of the least
was the most beautiful, tolerable one.
A sister. A Goddess.
She was Eurus.
The warm desert east wind.
Upon her face were markings
of ancient prayers.
She looked upon us
and asked quietly,
‘Where do you wish to go?’