[she follows the direction of his finger and her eyes land on a sad, barren, dead-looking peach tree.]
Ah - a good choice. [they have the loveliest flowers, before they ripen with fruit. she might encourage fruit trees to yield fruit, to help her mother, but her preferences are towards flowers.
spring, the mortals call it. full of blossoms everywhere. and if she remembers right (she does), these smell deliciously good.
she walks over to the tree, and rests her hand against it first, testing out the proverbial waters.
(there may be a rule in olympus that nothing may grow of its own will in the underground, but things don't listen to the rules of gods. the tree wants it - and with nary more than a beckon of her finger, persephone brings it up to the surface.)
every branch fills with green leafs. a second later, every flower bud opens, dyeing the tree white.]
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Ah - a good choice. [they have the loveliest flowers, before they ripen with fruit. she might encourage fruit trees to yield fruit, to help her mother, but her preferences are towards flowers.
spring, the mortals call it. full of blossoms everywhere. and if she remembers right (she does), these smell deliciously good.
she walks over to the tree, and rests her hand against it first, testing out the proverbial waters.
(there may be a rule in olympus that nothing may grow of its own will in the underground, but things don't listen to the rules of gods. the tree wants it - and with nary more than a beckon of her finger, persephone brings it up to the surface.)
every branch fills with green leafs. a second later, every flower bud opens, dyeing the tree white.]