voidtreckerexpress | Greening up the Greenhouse

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Greening up the Greenhouse

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.

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[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.

[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.]

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.

[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.

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

[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.

Oh.

[She smoothes out the soil and begins sifting through the seeds again]

Are they bad memories then?

Not at all.

[Trowa smiles at the thought of Quatre.]

I miss him, though.

I know the feeling. Are you simply missing them because you're here or...?

Taking a seat on the ground, Trowa laid the book he was holding in his lap. "A bit of both. I do miss him being here without him, but even back home we didn't get as much time to see each other as I wish we could have. He's a very powerful and influential person, whether or not he wants to be. And I'm a circus performer."

"Is that a literal or a figurative thing?"

It lacks a decent selection of herbs. Barely letting a sigh of disappointment break from her lips, she places her hands cupped over the earth and concentrates.

"I mean, are you actually a circus performer?"

Pulling another strawberry from the plant, Trowa nodded. "I am. I do balancing acts, and am the target for the knife thrower. She's my sister, so it's easy for me to trust her."

"You would need a lot of trust for something like that. I've never seen a circus personally, but I've heard it's a fairly demanding profession."

Beneath her hands unfurls basil and beyond that, a stubby bush of rosemary. She keeps it slow, trying to keep it all under control.

"It certainly can be. Everyone has their own chores to do, and it's expected that you help out where you can once your own work is done. The lion tamer tends to rely on me a lot since the pair we have will let me do things even he can't. Like brush them." Eating the strawberry, Trowa watched in silent fascination as the herbs grew under her control.

"Have a connection with them? Or just good with animals in general?"

The rosemary blooms in small spiky purple flowers and the basil unfurls large shining leaves. When her hands pull back, it looks like a garden at the height of spring.

"I'm fairly good with animals myself but I've not had the opportunity to meet lions in person."

"Just good with animals in general. My first day with the circus, I think I scared the owner when I put my hand in the lion cage. Boscoe, the male, was roaring and growling at me, trying to scare me off. But I just stayed calm and still, and after a few moments he came up and headbutted my hand." Trowa smiled fondly at the memory. He missed the lions almost more than his sister.

"I saw that there is a shop on this train, and that pets are something you can buy. If I get enough currency, I think I'll try to get a cat of some kind."

"Oh--I was the same with my friend's big dog. He has a huge, three headed one, all in a huff over a new person in his space, but quieted down like a lamb for me."

Sha claps her hands, eyes bright and her bad mood vanished, "Really? I'd love to meet them when you do. Do you have any name ideas?

Trowa chuckled softly. "I've never met a three headed dog before. I imagine it must be a challenge to scratch all those ears. As for a name, I imagine I'll know once I meet them. I've been trying to do research on small wild breeds of cats from my world to choose what kind of cat to get." He didn't want something too tame, it might wander off the train and get hurt. Plus, he felt he was better with wild cats.

"Not enough hands."

She wiggles her fingers with a grin and nods along. Fair. It's always best to chose a name that fits, rather than force one.

"Small wild breeds? I don't really know any myself. My roommate's cat is just...a cat. Black. Fluffy."

"I figured a wild one would be a better bet since I'm used to lions. But even a cub is too large for this place, let alone when it grows. I've been thinking of some kind of small jungle cat, so it'll be spotted for camouflage." Trowa chuckled a little. "There's one kind that I'm leaning toward that is really tiny, smaller than most house cats even when it's full grown."

"As long as you can keep it from attacking anyone, I think that would be fine?" Her voice lilts up in uncertainty. This is not a topic she's well versed in, but she can still have her opinions.

"Something small, able to defend itself but not...well I'd say overly vicious but it's a wild cat so there's going be some claws happening. Maybe able to be trained in some manner. Can you even train cats." Her brow creases in thought. Maybe if you raise them up from very young. Like birds.

"Oh, cats can be trained. You just have to learn to bargain with them. Cats are much more independent, so you have to convince them that doing what you want is really doing what they want." Trowa grinned, recalling the lions and how they'd been trained. "So it is more difficult than training a dog, but it can be just as rewarding."

"I've never tried to train much of anything. I just adore animals and the feeling seems to be mutual." She smiles in return. "I think I'd be a bit of a pushover with doing any sort of training."

“The hardest part is when they give you the sad eyes when you try to scold them.” Trowa nodded sagely, grinning at Persephone as he did so. “Boscoe will even roll over and show his stomach, too. It’s funny.”

"Oh my gosh, I know. It's the worst. I'm a complete pushover when it comes to those sad eyes. It makes you want to pet them and give them a bunch of treats." She lets out a big, not at all upset sigh.

"They just know how to work me. I'm a sucker."

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