Hermes is the son of the stars, but as his father's son, he is a child of thunder and flashing lightning. The static electric charge that prickles his skin feels like the stinging slap of his father's hand on his back and the roar of thunder reminds him of his old man's laugh.

Tomorrow, he will find at least one frozen body, battered by the hailstones until death, and have to toss them onto the train going to Hadestown, but the storm will not bother Hermes tonight. After all, it's just family coming around to call on him and he's weathered worse than this.