Re: wallflowering in the ballroom: Harmonia
He pulled away as her hand withdrew, settling back onto the floor in a tight coil. His green eyes watched her closely, reading in her expression and poise the signs of a sort of tension and sorrow he could identify, but to which he could not fully relate. Some degree of discomfort seemed to wane as she discussed her parents, and her thinly veiled reference to their feelings for each other seemed almost an attempt at humor. For a moment, Jörmungandr seemed to smile. They like one another, he observed. That is good, I assume. Do you think they are here? He raised his head, as if seeking out some spiritual signature hidden in the air, some hint of who these other presences were, or had been. I should not keep you, if you wish to look for them.