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

[springforth]

You must know yourself? Easy to say, harder to do. But it's reassuring to hear that other came to it later in life. She frowns down at the flower beneath her hand.

"For my---culture..." She glares down, it's so hard to explain without spilling everything about herself. About her world.

"For me, it's hard. My mother wanted me to follow one path, my powers are made for it, I agreed to it. It's who I am. It's just not who I want to be, sometimes." With a thrust of her hands, she unfurls, leaning back on both hands to up at the ceiling. And those silly roses. "Why is your art so important to your culture? More so than others."

[marriedanidiot]

Nerdanel nods, thoughtfully. "Perhaps it isn't a perfect fit, then - sometimes, you need to see if there's a slightly different angle you can approach things from! Or, maybe, there is something different for you to do. The soul enjoys new things - trying something new may be exactly what you need."

She hums. "I don't know exactly, but it is... who we are. To be Noldor is to be curious. To seek to know the world, in all the ways that it can be known, and to express it in a way that brings it's beauty and it's wonder, and yes, sometimes it's terror, to the surface for others to see as well. All elves are like that, to some degree, but everyone expresses it differently. Although the need for explosions does seem to be a mostly Noldorin trait."