Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia
He pondered this, too, and it came more easily to him than the answer before it. He felt his wits returning, as if at last the veil of sleep was at last lifting from his mind. I do. He saw the motions of her hand, wondering what purpose this small movement of hers served; as he sought a better view of her his body shifted, flexing to move across the cool floor. He stopped at the side of her chair, gazing at her slender fingers. The ocean, still. Midgard. Memory came back in a rush, a flood of scent and sensation and sound. I am the child of a god. He raised his body once more, looking over her knee, so close she could easily have touched him. What are you, Harmonia?