She doesn't like me at all. When I do something that displeases her greatly, she turns me into a flower as a punishment. She turns me back when father wonders where I am. He has no idea she does this quite often. Then one day, she spoke ill of my mother, so of course, I yelled back. Angered, she snapped her fingers and I began to shrink. She had turn me into a dandelion! That is what she thinks of me, nothing but a weed. A nuisance to her perfect garden. Persephone is such a pain the butt.