She is there, her hot anger brimming just beneath the surface - but pacified by this act. This fit of rage that set Beqanna on its head. Nothing pleases her more than the thought of the fairies (those cruel, evangelical beats!) getting what they deserve. They were not their children to grovel and crawl to - they were so much more. Magicians. Demons. Demi-gods. Gods. Harmonia craves the feeling of magic back in her bones, longs to feel it slide across her skin like the cool morning mist.
If anything, she longs to feel the great peace of nothing again. She needs her shield.
She is there, of course, peering from beneath her impossibly thick palomino forelock. Small, thin, not impressive to look at. Surgery was gone, but she didn't care anymore. Let him find his ilk elsewhere, far from her. His mouth always open, always wanting and needing. He annoyed her now, and at last she was free.
"Home sweet home," she says, almost to herself.
OOC - I vote Wasteland or Pangea