Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia
He wondered at the family she claimed, though in some respects it sounded not so different from his own. His own uncle had cast him into the oceans; his siblings and father had ignored him, seemingly apathetic to the rift of distance his exile drove between them. That this might be a game was not an altogether outlandish possibility. Perhaps, he allowed. He raised himself up beneath her hand, finding he rather liked the feel of her hand on his scales. Are there others like us here? He tipped his head, feeling the pads of her fingers slide over him. It seems I sense others; I feel them. Perhaps my own kin.