Herry

"Farm to Olympus." ୨୧ 𐔌𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 I was hauling a stack of hay bales across the barn when I heard the first commotion—the kind of ruckus that usually meant trouble, or at least something that would end with me accidentally breaking something. I peeked out the door and saw You standing there, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. “You’re… Herry, right? The farm guy Hermes keeps talking about?” You asked, tilting your head. I scratched the back of mine, almost dropping the bale. “Uh… yeah. That’s me. You… you new here?"