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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"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."

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."

"Indeed, they are. Which surprisingly is quite a lot." Glorfindel admired her technique. She reminded him more of Vana, the Ever Young, who brought Spring and Flowers, than she did of her older sister Yavanna, the Fruit-Giver, even with the strawberries and tomatoes springing up at her hands.

"You look like you have the ability to bring a forest to you, rather than needing to travel to it," he said. "But if you start to listen, they are far from quiet."

"Oh hang out with a half dozen nymphs all day and a forest will be peaceful and quiet. They can chatter. Especially when you aren't allowed anywhere without them."

She's warming up, the tantrum earlier finally flowing from her veins. At least she hadn't been rude to him.

"I can grow trees. But I doubt people would appreciate me crowding this car with all my own projects."

"I've spent time with Hobbits," he said, sympathising.

"Oh, but, perhaps one or two?" he suggested. He flashed a grin at her. "Sorry, I like trees. They think so slow, unlike flowers who count their time in days, that they are very peaceful and calming to be around. Unless you are actually having a conversation with an Ent. They can try an elf's patience, they take so long to decide anything."

"One or two perhaps."

She gives the car a long look around, measuring up how big a tree she could manage and where.

"What would you like? I think it would have to be a fruit or nut tree. Something productive as well as beautiful."

"Hm," He considered their options and the space. "Perhaps a dwarf cherry tree?"

[Apples in gardens are so overdone...]

He considers the light in the room. It is okay, but the light he bears is better for growing things. It should be fine to have a nice tree. Plus cherry blossoms were so lovely.

"You can dwarf pretty much any tree. It's a matter of holding back a little."

But she's not that confident in her powers ability to hold back lately. Last time she grew a forest, it took over a couple floors of a highrise.

"Maybe it's not the best idea. I'm not used to growing in a confined space and I'm not entirely sure--I mean, I'm not used to dwarfing trees is the problem. Flowers are easy, Plants tend to want to grow to the way they should. Which makes pulling back trees a little more difficult."

"We have nothing but time," Glorfindel pointed out. "If it doesn't work out, we cut it down and start over. The wood would be good for arrow shafts and such, if so. As long as they can be useful, trees don't mind too much. Plus, if you don't mind my help, I can talk to them, see if they'll see it our way."

"You're welcome to try, if we give it a go."

As short as she is, she couldn't possibly hope to reach the ceiling, but still she reaches for it, trying to test just how far she could stretch a tree. If only this place was larger. Three times as tall and four times as wide. A willow would be lovely in the center. Might as well dream big if she's going to.

"Do you use a bow and arrow? My best friend is a very skilled archer."

"If we fail, then at least we can say we tried," Glorfindel said. "To not try is an automatic failure."

He smiles as she reaches up on tip toe. "Do you need a boost?" he asked. "Or perhaps a crate to stand on, if you prefer?"

"I have been using them for...a very long time. I'd like to consider myself quite skilled as well." He tilts his head to the side. "Is your friend on this Train too?"

"N-No, I'm fine! I just...thinking about height."

Persephone shakes her head, both at his offer and his question.

"Oh no, she's not here. Artemis would never let herself get snatched up. She's much smarter than that. She has important things to do."

Glorfindel gave her a look. There were a wide variety of beings on board that Train, and he was pretty sure that quite a few of them had things important to them that they were doing. "I know at least three beings on this Train who were dead. That did not seem to stop the Train from grabbing them."

He looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder...if the tree started touching the ceiling, would the train eventually raise it? It has made sure that the tallest amongst us are not perpetually bowed."

Persephone meets his eyes, then looks away, tugging a lock of hair forward. Twining it around her fingers, she bites her lip.

"I am aware. I know she's not actually--I just don't want her to get caught up in this. And if I pretend she can avoid it by just being smart enough, who would blame me."

She gives the ceiling another look and sighs.

"It must know how tall we are somehow. I feel like you could make it infinitely tall if you could actually exploit that."

Glorfindel nodded. "I apologize then. I am sure that is why she is not here now. Though, would she find coming to be with you in your time of need to be important enough to come anyway?"

"Maybe we could talk to someone who was here before Dread arrived, to see if that was the case?"

Persephone consider the question. Maybe. Well--probably. Artemis hadn't liked Persephone's lack of freedom any better than herself. But Artemis has duties a plenty and she only needs to keep herself busy to push off the gloom. She shrugs with an air 'don't want to think about that'.

"We could. If they changed to suit the heights of whomever comes aboard, we just need to get a person as tall as the trees to wander through. Very simple. I'm sure we could just conjure one up, no problem."

He laughed. "Or we just grow some trees and see if the train takes the hint."

"Add a few more inches every day to keep it nudging up, maybe?"

She pantomimes a tree growing slowly, a furtive movement of her hands up and up.

"I'll give it a shot."

"Then the only question is, what kind of tree? And where are we going to put it? Dead center, or do we want to do two, one at either end of of the car, for symmetry?

That is a lot of decision-making. She props her hands on her hips and looks around them. Would it be worse to shade out things in the middle or on both ends? With a sigh, she gestures to one end. nearer the sleeper cars.

"Let's just try one down here before we make big plans. I'm still not sure how well this will work." As for type... "Cherry maybe? They have lovely flowers but still provide fruit. And I've seen some on the smaller side. All the nut trees tend to get so big."

"I like this plan. Now we just need some cherry seed, right?" Glorfindel asked. "I haven't seen any in the kitchen or stores. But maybe we can order some from the train point store?"

"Probably be easiest to get a particular one that's edible."

She taps her chin, thinking, "I don't know how many points I have. We'll have to see whenever we get to another station, I guess. But if we get any, I can plant and grow it. Just hopefully not too much."

[Well, we now have Misa's Bothan fruit, if we want to jump forward to a more current thread?]

"We'll do our best," Glorfindel. "It's really all we can do."

[Yes! Sounds good!]

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