[Open Thread]
Who: Persephone and...
What: soaking up what's left of summer
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The park
Warnings: Persephone is too naive to need a warning
Persephone rode her bike through the park, breezing past her usual haunts and ending up at the secluded edge. There wasn't much activity in this area of the park, it was sort of left to its own devices, and that was what made it perfect for wild flowers. As she neared the patch of flowers she sought, she hopped off of her bike and leaned it against a tree, taking her supplies from the basket on the front.
Her bike was a bright pink number that made it extremely hard to miss. The basket on the front was a white wicker concoction that was decorated with glittery fake flowers. There were so many flowers the basket itself was nearly invisible. Persephone had decorated the basket herself, and she was quite proud of her creation. She was quite proud of her whole bike, truth be told. Since she didn't drive, her bike was her only source of transportation when her mother couldn't drive her. She didn't use public transportation, her mother wouldn't allow it. Her bike was the one posession she had that was truly hers. She was happy to share with her mother most of the time, but she couldn't deny the little thrill she got knowing that her bike was hers and only hers. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone else.
She knelt down beside the patch of flowers and stuck her shovel in ground, surveying the colorful collection of flora. She was tempted to just throw herself into the middle of the flowers and drink in the heavy perfume they exuded. She refrained though, and set about trying to seperate the plants to identify them and to create a clear space for organization. It was hard to concentrate though. With the sun beating down on the back of her neck and the heat of the day drawing the scent from the flowers, the temptation to just lie down and relax was a strong one.
What: soaking up what's left of summer
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The park
Warnings: Persephone is too naive to need a warning
Persephone rode her bike through the park, breezing past her usual haunts and ending up at the secluded edge. There wasn't much activity in this area of the park, it was sort of left to its own devices, and that was what made it perfect for wild flowers. As she neared the patch of flowers she sought, she hopped off of her bike and leaned it against a tree, taking her supplies from the basket on the front.
Her bike was a bright pink number that made it extremely hard to miss. The basket on the front was a white wicker concoction that was decorated with glittery fake flowers. There were so many flowers the basket itself was nearly invisible. Persephone had decorated the basket herself, and she was quite proud of her creation. She was quite proud of her whole bike, truth be told. Since she didn't drive, her bike was her only source of transportation when her mother couldn't drive her. She didn't use public transportation, her mother wouldn't allow it. Her bike was the one posession she had that was truly hers. She was happy to share with her mother most of the time, but she couldn't deny the little thrill she got knowing that her bike was hers and only hers. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone else.
She knelt down beside the patch of flowers and stuck her shovel in ground, surveying the colorful collection of flora. She was tempted to just throw herself into the middle of the flowers and drink in the heavy perfume they exuded. She refrained though, and set about trying to seperate the plants to identify them and to create a clear space for organization. It was hard to concentrate though. With the sun beating down on the back of her neck and the heat of the day drawing the scent from the flowers, the temptation to just lie down and relax was a strong one.