It hadn’t been easy, bringing news of Zeus’ death, even if it had only been to a handful of people, and then….waiting. Waiting for him to return, to take his place and be there again. She had thought, if this had been the old days, she would have been busy at this time……possibly running from Hera to the other Olympians, delivering messages and requests and returning answers and questions. She had done none of this since Zeus had been gone.
She was, instead, left to her daily routine, and that left her with more time than she wanted to grieve and question what had happened.
When she opened the door to step out onto the roof of her home, she didn’t expect her waiting to come to an end, but end it would.
Iris had spent about ten minutes looking out over the city when the bird caught her eye. There was never going to be a chance that she saw an eagle and didn’t think of Zeus, and to see one now………She didn’t move as it came to land, and then when it changed…….she waited with held breath. A sign, a message, something else entirely……
Then the light touched his features and how she could have had a moment of not knowing was beyond her.
She sank to her knee, happy and relieved to see him, but also first and foremost his messenger. Instead of pouring out how she felt in words, Iris lit up with a radiance she rarely let shine anymore and let her usual greeting speak for itself.