Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia
It was a difficult question; Jörmungandr realized that too much went into its answer to respond hastily. He felt some stirring of emotion as he pondered the question, but it seemed distant, experienced so long ago it now felt like it belonged to someone else. His sides rose and fell with a deep, slow breath.
Perhaps, he said again. His head turned beneath her hand, his tongue darting out, exploring the air around her. It felt tense, fraught with energy he only vaguely understood. Who would you be glad to see?