Prompt here; https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/fjj6if/wp_youre_a_demigod_but_your_godly_parent_isnt_one/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

I'll put it simply; I'm the daughter of an Anemoi. Specifically, Boreas. You probably don't know who that is, huh? He's the greek god of the North wind. Yeah, I know. Pretty lame, right? Well, it's not actually all that bad. It was always useful, as a kid, to immediately know which way was north. You never really notice how important cardinal directions are until you've zoned out while walking home and gotten lost. Most kids my age would scream, or panic. I'd just turn around and follow my natural compass home.

My father is also a representation of winter. Which is, honestly, my favorite part. It means that, no matter how cold it is, the chill won't hurt me. I could be wearing a t-shirt and shorts in subzero temps and a raging snowstorm, and the air around me will always be calm. I'll stand peacefully, feeling perfectly comfortable, while small, soft snowflakes collect in my hair, and a gentle breeze caresses my face in greeting before continuing on it's journey.

I didn't inherit my father's control over the wind, but everywhere I go a gust or two will follow me like a lovesick puppy, drifting over the dense snowbanks and frozen sidewalks for a mile or two before departing. I can't get them to stay, but it's always been comforting to know that, as long as the frost of winter draws potraits in the windows, and the lakes hoard their watery depths below an icy sheen, I'll never be truly alone, and I'll never really be lost.