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]

"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?

[sendiintheclown]

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.

[springforth]

"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."

[sendiintheclown]

"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."

[springforth]

"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.

[sendiintheclown]

"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."

[springforth]

"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."

[sendiintheclown]

“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.”

[springforth]

"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."

[sendiintheclown]

Trowa couldn't help laughing at that as he nodded in agreement. "There isn't a single thing wrong with that. It just means they know how loved they are." He would never tell someone they were in the wrong for loving an animal too much.