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username:: Spottedsong
name:: Persephone
gender:: Female
garden::
“I like to think that my garden is a door to an oasis in this rather dry, dead area.” The kal blinked, a
shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “And I do mean that quite literally. It’s a sort of greenhouse.
It was here when I moved in, but it needed a green thumb like mine in order to flourish. Even the air
seemed dead before I arrived” Her dry, calloused, dirt-roughened hands push open the door and immediately
envelops everyone in a humid, fragrant air. There’s not much colour, but the greenery fills your vision, distinct
even in the moonlight that envelops you both.
“Don’t be fooled. These aren’t flowers. I don’t do flowers.” There’s a note of pride in her voice, barely audible
but still distinct. “These are actually useful. See the bright orange petals to your left? Zucchini. It’s almost ready--
their season is coming up in a few months.” You continue to look around. There are many plants you know of--
pumpkins, tomatoes, and cucumbers catch your eye-- but here and there are plants that seem to have a sheen, a
sort of ethereal glow enveloping them. Even the floor is mossy, a welcome carpet under aching feet, a place to rest
and take solace. Persephone sticks out a possessive hand, brushing over the edge of a pot containing a bright spray
of stems you recognize as carrots. They seem oddly large, and when you point that fact out she nods with pride.
“Look up!”
All along the ceiling there are lines of crystals, glimmering and throwing rays of moonlight you hadn’t noticed before.
“Moss agate.” Persephone nods. “Promotes healing and peace within these plants. Keeps them calm. It especially
helps since these poor things are trapped in a greenhouse; I wish the climate was different outside. Flowers can survive
in this weather, but not my precious plants” She hands you a stone to touch; you can almost feel the rush of energy that
runs through the rocks as you brush your fingertips against it.
Wait, what’s that? There’s a pop of color right over her shoulder once she has turned, hidden behind some glowing plant.
Curiously, you go to push the leafy plant aside--
Roses.
“No!”
Persephone darts in front of you, panic widening her eyes as she seeks to keep her secret just that.
“M-Medicinal purposes! Keeps this room smelling nice, an example of what not--”
Over her shoulder you can see them. A massive plot of roses, hidden behind and underneath vines,
a hidden treasure in anotherwise vegetated area.
The blood red of the petals is an awakening, a testimony to something hidden and distinct, a passion meant to be concealed.
“I hate flowers! Get out, get out! You’re not welcome here!”
You turn and leave-- she was her own Cerberus, and tempting the underworld wasn’t something you wished to do.
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username:: Spottedsong
name:: Persephone
gender:: Female
garden::
“I like to think that my garden is a door to an oasis in this rather dry, dead area.” The kal blinked, a
shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “And I do mean that quite literally. It’s a sort of greenhouse.
It was here when I moved in, but it needed a green thumb like mine in order to flourish. Even the air
seemed dead before I arrived” Her dry, calloused, dirt-roughened hands push open the door and immediately
envelops everyone in a humid, fragrant air. There’s not much colour, but the greenery fills your vision, distinct
even in the moonlight that envelops you both.
“Don’t be fooled. These aren’t flowers. I don’t do flowers.” There’s a note of pride in her voice, barely audible
but still distinct. “These are actually useful. See the bright orange petals to your left? Zucchini. It’s almost ready--
their season is coming up in a few months.” You continue to look around. There are many plants you know of--
pumpkins, tomatoes, and cucumbers catch your eye-- but here and there are plants that seem to have a sheen, a
sort of ethereal glow enveloping them. Even the floor is mossy, a welcome carpet under aching feet, a place to rest
and take solace. Persephone sticks out a possessive hand, brushing over the edge of a pot containing a bright spray
of stems you recognize as carrots. They seem oddly large, and when you point that fact out she nods with pride.
“Look up!”
All along the ceiling there are lines of crystals, glimmering and throwing rays of moonlight you hadn’t noticed before.
“Moss agate.” Persephone nods. “Promotes healing and peace within these plants. Keeps them calm. It especially
helps since these poor things are trapped in a greenhouse; I wish the climate was different outside. Flowers can survive
in this weather, but not my precious plants” She hands you a stone to touch; you can almost feel the rush of energy that
runs through the rocks as you brush your fingertips against it.
Wait, what’s that? There’s a pop of color right over her shoulder once she has turned, hidden behind some glowing plant.
Curiously, you go to push the leafy plant aside--
Roses.
“No!”
Persephone darts in front of you, panic widening her eyes as she seeks to keep her secret just that.
“M-Medicinal purposes! Keeps this room smelling nice, an example of what not--”
Over her shoulder you can see them. A massive plot of roses, hidden behind and underneath vines,
a hidden treasure in anotherwise vegetated area.
The blood red of the petals is an awakening, a testimony to something hidden and distinct, a passion meant to be concealed.
“I hate flowers! Get out, get out! You’re not welcome here!”
You turn and leave-- she was her own Cerberus, and tempting the underworld wasn’t something you wished to do.
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