And then she was there, in front of him. Just like that.
Zephyrus had a feeling Iris would say he was bullshitting her if he'd told her that she was really one of a kind. Granted, the whole changing colors thing was special, but with her smile and her default golden hair, there was a reason why during those golden years in Greece he had bothered to stop and make small talk with her. There was a reason why he married that goddess in the end, actually loving her when everything else was just a passing fancy.
"Iris." It was more like a statement than a greeting, the warmth of the wind behind him tentatively swirling inside to brush against her hair, Zephyrus' blue eyes taking in the sight of his wife for the first time in what seemed like forever.