Greening up the Greenhouse

[springforth]

Who: Persephone (Open)
Where: Greenhouse mostly
When: Month Egret. Day 21
What: Perse has a bad morning and decides to be productive to make herself feel better
Warnings: None so far


OOC: Feel free to reply to any part of this, in the cabin or before she starts planting

She's spent longer on this train now than she'd been in Olympus. It doesn't really feel possible that it all happened in such a short time. It feels even less possible that she could be here months. Years? She stays curled up in her bunk that morning, staring at the wall. Crying maybe. A little. She's already had her birthday on here. What more is she missing at home? Nothing, because time doesn't move there like everyone said, or has Artemis been looking for her desperately. Would she have told her mom? Would Hades notice if she stoppped showing up to the internship?

Generally speaking, it's a bad morning. She drifts to a late breakfast and finally ends up in the greenhouse. There's a long moment where she wants to tear it all down. Her fists clench at the sight of her inane roses, her eyes fill red at the reminder that the greenhouse came with her arrival. She wants to break the walls, tear down the roses, claw up the burgeoning growth, destroy the smells and sights that remind her of her home, of her dreams. But she takes a deep breath. Hands relax, her eyes clear. Put into work. Wrath isn't helping anyone.


She sifts through the seeds, picking out ones for vegetables and fruits, leaving the ones for more decorative things to the side. Plenty of people have used this place for flowers. Herself included. Carefully, she trails one set of seeds in a thin line along the edge of a raised bed and covered them with soil. With a hand to the soil, she takes a deep breath and with a soft pink glow, plants curl up and out, unwinding leaves and blossoming. It continues until the blossoms fall and red strawberries hang fat and glistening. She picks one and holds it in her teeth as she stands to start the process all over.

Comments

[sendiintheclown]

[Trowa slips into the greenhouse car with a book under his arm, one of the medical textbooks for anyone curious. He sees her growing the strawberries as he tries to decide where to sit.] An interesting skill.

[springforth]

[Persephone looks at him out of the corner of her eye. The book is more interesting to her than her planting, but she's just started. No time for a break.

Her voice is not exactly curt but shorter and flatter than she normally would be. ]

It's rather mundane for my people but useful. Especially for feeding a whole train.

[sendiintheclown]

[Trowa steps closer, eyeing the strawberries. He didn't get them often, usually only when he was with Quatre. And as painful as it was to think of the blond, the red fruits looked so tempting.] Do you mind if I take one? [As much as he is curious to learn more about medicine to become more helpful, watching actual magic is still so unique.]

[springforth]

Of course. I didn't grow them so we could simply admire their color, after all. [Her voice lilts up in amusement] I'm always here if they run out of fruit. I'd be surprised if this last any length of time.

[sendiintheclown]

[Trowa plucks off a particularly juicy strawberry and bites into it. His face shows his enjoyment of the taste as well as a touch of sad nostalgia.] I'm Trowa, by the way.

[springforth]

Peresephone. [She reaches out to the plant and a new bud curls up from where he took one] Is it you favorite?

[sendiintheclown]

[Trowa held the stem of the strawberry a bit awkwardly, not sure what to do with it since there wasn't an easily accessible trash or compost bin.] They're...nostalgic. Reminds me of someone back home.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel is over by his own flowers, whittling a little flute out of a piece of wood and a knife he'd gotten from the kitchen, when the very pink young lady came into the car and stared intently at the roses for a long moment.

She then moved onto the seeds, then planted some, and Glorfindel watched in amazement at how fast they grew. "Wow, how did you convince them to grow so quickly?" he asked. He stood up and approached, making sure not to do so too quietly

[springforth]

Carefully sorting through the seeds, she picked out some tomatoes next. Not at all ideal for planting next to each other in the mortal world but she has limited space to work with and a desire for tomatoes that is not being met.

"Well convincing things to grow at the right time and right place is literally my job." She pauses in her response, sprinkling out a line and covering them carefully, "Or it was back home."

[laurefindil]

"Ah! That is commendable work!" Glorfindel said. He watched as she planted the tomatoes. It was interesting that so many worlds had similar vegetables and flowers. There were a few differences here and there, and he strongly suspected that without the Train translating, his word for tomato and others' might not be the same at all.

"I enjoy assisting in persuading them to grow when my other duties allow, back home," he said. "Asking the trees to help support the buildings, for example. Not like an Ent, would, of course, they are tree herders, after all. We tend to just encourage," he added with a smile.

[springforth]

Like a nymph, she imagines. Not actually one, not the right colors or gender, she thinks, but similar powers perhaps? Perse pushes back her bangs with a hand, leaving a streak of dirt.

"I've never thought of using them as a way to brace a building. Clever, if you can make them grow the way you like." Her fingers tamp down on the dirt, "What's an Ent? Like a dryad?"

[laurefindil]

"I don't know what a dryad is," Glorfindel confessed. "But Ents are...well, they are a very aware tree. One that can move, and think, though they tend to think in Tree Time, which isn't as Hasty as us non-tree types are," he said with a laugh. "Just saying Good Morning in Ent can take until evening. But they are strong souls, that watch over the forests."

"It is more, convincing them to do it than making them," Glorfindel said, watching her. "An Oak is more inclined to be supportive and grow straight and such, whereas a willow enjoys being where it can provide shelter, which is better in the healing wards. A tree with a nice canopy is an excellent choice for a bedroom, as another example."

[springforth]

It's honestly fascinating to hear how his world works, the moving trees, the speaking ones, the thought that goes into how a tree grows and lives and how that is best served in a home.

"I imagine willows are more flexible, better for things that need a little movement as well." She pats the dirt absently, her power flowing slowly now with curling stems breaking free and twisting up. "It sounds lovely...I wished I could live in the forest sometimes, when I was little. It seemed so quiet but so alive."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"What the...?"

In peeked a book, just in time to see her relaxing from that brief spurt of anger. Feel free to laugh at the rather comical sight of a book leaning into the car, with the minion carrying him poking her own head out over his.

"Hey, back up a moment. What's with the temper?"

[springforth]

The mention of it brings it prickling back up, simmering just beneath the surface as it is. Her eyes flare red around her pupils and then it quickly deflates. Persephone digs her nails into her palm and turns in a quick movement away from him. Or at least his minion.

"There's no temper. I'm just having a bad day."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

No escape! Mostly because the minion sauntered on into the car proper, the book that was the Overlord in her arms.

"Let me know when you're a book." Hard days could be a lot worse, after all. "Someone pissing you off, or is it just a situation thing?"

[springforth]

"I'm not here to play the who has it worst game. Obviously things could be worse, I'm fully aware."

Pulling her hair back in short rough sweeps of her hand, she then reaches for a hair tie. There's a few moments where she digs through her pockets with one hand and finally whips up a vine to hold it up and back from her face.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Naw, that's not the point," Zetta said, cheerfully watching her pull her hair back. Looked better down, but eh, if she's gonna work he gets it. "Point is it doesn't matter what crap you have to deal with, you don't let it get to you. So long as you keep pushing forward it can't break you."

[springforth]

"That's literally what I was trying to do when you--" She stops, takes a deep breath and stalks over to the bulbs and seeds. Onions maybe, or garlic. Gods she misses olives.

"I am well versed in the need to keep moving forward and not let things get me down." Her voice now is stilted with the need to be polite about it. She's not letting him work her into a rant or worse.

[marriedanidiot]

"Oh my, what a lovely ability!"

Nerdanel looks over from where she is working on small sculptures.

"And so thoughtful! Thank you, my lady."

She doesn't know this lady, but she feels a bit like one of the maia, and one should be polite to the powers, even the lesser ones.

[springforth]

"Oh--thank you."

Politeness demands politeness in return. And even if she's feeling off today, she still manages to push it back for a gracious reply.

"You're very welcome, of course, but I must admit this is a little selfish. I prefer fresh fruit."

[marriedanidiot]

"Nothing wrong with that." Nerdanel smiles. "I think many would agree with you! There is something in the flavour that is missing, if it is been sitting in an ice box too long."

[springforth]

"Oh exactly. It's so much better to pull a tomato warm off the vine and eat it right then and there than to open a can." Persephone gives the lights above a dirty look and sighs, "It won't be the same but I don't think the void gives off the right light to grow anything."

[marriedanidiot]

"Indeed so! Although," she adds, "I do also like a good pickle or relish, especially in the winter months. And strawberries make for excellent jams."

[springforth]

"Oh who doesn't?"

Persephone leans forward, brushing dirt from her hands and pondering the next move.

"But I don't eat meat so that leaves me with a lot of the same thing. I was spoiled back home with all the options. I can only eat so much bread and cereal after all."