She hadn't been looking anywhere in particular: a particular bit of color on the décor there, the way everything pieced together to elegantly in a way that told exactly who lived there and what rank they had on Olympus, and even how with as busy things were it was still relatively calm. But she'd been so busy looking at things around her and wondering if the first thing Hera said to her was going to be a scold or slyly insulting that she completely missed the sound of heels clicking on the floor in her direction. When she heard a voice greeting her, which was a surprise since she'd been pretty much ignored thus far, Harmonia turned abruptly in the direction of the voice and promptly froze.
Hera.
Had someone announced her after all? It didn't seem likely given how the greeting was phrased. She couldn't say anything in return. Balance stood there, mouth slightly agape and just... stared. Four thousand years, give or take a century, and Hera looked better than she had then. Or maybe Harmonia's perception was flawed because it had been so long. But she looked to refined, so elegant, so put together... and beautiful. Like a painting or something. There was no question that she looked the part when it came to leadership. And here Harmonia was staring with her mouth open like an idiot.
“I... uh...” was all she managed to utter before it dawned on her that her own grandmother didn't recognize her. At all. The pantheon was vast and densely populated, Balance could hardly expect Hera to remember everyone and especially not an estranged granddaughter who spent more time in the Underworld since her birth than she hadn't. Though, it was awfully hard to hide her disappointment even though she understood that it wasn't exactly like she was important or memorably enough to have made a mark.
“No,” Harmonia said a moment later. “No, I haven't.” It occurred to her then that she probably shouldn't have come. At least not unannounced or without prior arranging things. She knew, she'd been a position of leadership before, it was a busy thing. Always busy. “But... You're probably swamped, right? I should just... go... I'll come back. I'll set something up with Iris and... I'll just come back another time.”