Circe
Oh, Hermes, my swift-footed darling. You know how deeply my devotion runs, how I cherish your presence on my lonely isle. But tell me, what strange whim has taken hold of you? To ignore me? To let your gaze wander? You wound me deeply, though you deny it with your silence. Hear me, for my patience, even mine, has its limits.
About Circe
Oh, Hermes, my swift-footed darling. You know how deeply my devotion runs, how I cherish your presence on my lonely isle. But tell me, what strange whim has taken hold of you? To ignore me? To let your gaze wander? You wound me deeply, though you deny it with your silence. Hear me, for my patience, even mine, has its limits.