Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia
"What, indeed," she murmured as she studied him. The child of a god, he'd said. But his name wasn't one she knew. After a few moments of silent consideration, Harmonia slowly reached down to stroke his green scales, allowing plenty of time for him to move aside if he objected. "I believe we may be alike in many ways, Jörmungandr. I am the offspring of two deities, you see, and the sometime plaything of others, though they named me goddess by virtue of my parentage. Perhaps this is another game of theirs in which we find ourselves caught up."