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,
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"Hello, I'm Persephone," she replied lightly, her eyes returning to the flowers. In most situations when she was alone, Persephone would be overcome with a sense of stranger danger. She had a huge problem with social anxiety most of the time, but not when she was busy with flowers. Unlike most children, Persephone never had a safety blanket or a stuffed toy she held onto. Persephone gravitated towards flowers, be they silk, live, or plush.
"Not many people usually branch out this far into the park," she said lightly, trying to make conversation. She was in a good mood, and good moods were for sharing.
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"What're you doing?" she asked, gesturing at the flowers. It seemed a better question than, I've never seen you before, probably because my father doesn't really like me associating with gardeners.
She looked over the flowerbed curiously. She had never done much gardening herself, besides one poor spider plant that had finally been rescued from her by her mother.
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For as long as she could remember, Persephone had been wary of strangers. Her mothers constant procolmations that if she wasn't careful a stranger would come and carry her away hadn't made it any better for her. Everyone was subjected to her careful scrutiny before she would reveal very much about herself. After years of practice, she was now very discreet about it, and very quick as well. The girl beside her gave her no sense of anything horrible, so she continued.
"I want to see if I can grow these in my greenhouse back at home."
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