Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia
Something - someone - was coming. Harmonia knew it, felt it, in the same way that she'd felt and known many things in the past few minutes. Awareness had come upon her in a rush: she was Harmonia, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, wife of Kadmos, and this was decidedly not Elyssia. This was a place, a time, a body, she realized, about which she'd dreamed, a body belonging to someone else, a girl who was a presence now on the fringes of Harmonia's own consciousness.
There were other presences, too, that were distant yet familiar. She felt them now as she hadn't in ages. Somewhere, relatively nearby, loved ones were awakening to find themselves similarly clothed in borrowed visages. She could see their faces, name their names, but she hadn't the slightest idea what any of their futures held. What she did know was that the someone who had been approaching had officially arrived. She examined her surroundings, searching for her visitor.