Dragoncrest Cliffs over the sea to skye

Hermes could not leave the gathering faster than he did. His contained energy had filled to the brim, and he was more than ready to spill it into busywork. 
Busywork. It kept his mind silent in the weeks following the storm.
The boy marched through the tunnel, stopping to mark every so often. It was unnecessary really, but Hermes believed he was doing good for Sapphique.
Along the path towards the lake, he spotted a woman. She’d attended the meeting not too long ago, but Hermes hadn’t noticed her. He hardly noticed anyone within the crowd.
So she was a stranger then. And it was his duty to find out more of her.
You! he shouted and raised his chin high. State your name!