Harmony was making flower crowns with the Demeter kids. It was something she did a lot, she always had a white flower tucked behind her ear or wore flowers in her hair.

She motioned you to sit with her as she held up a flower crown to the sky, admiring it. “Do you want this one? It’d look pretty on you.” Her expression was soft, her aura was peaceful as all children of Harmonia were, it felt like being wrapped in fluffy blankets during the winter, sipping on hot cocoa.