This Persephone, Ianthe and Macaria belong to me. Anyone who uses them without my permission gets trampled by a Titan.
Anyone/anything else belongs to Disney.
20 Days
10
"Daad, this is friggin' heavy."
"Deal with it."
"I want a raise."
"Hah. No."
"Four drachmas."
"Three."
"Do I get your blessing to go out with whoever I want?"
"Hell no. Don't push it."
"Ugh. Fine."
"Persephone, where are you going?" Demeter cocked her head and folded her arms, an eyebrow arched as she spoke.
Persephone rolled her eyes, ripped off her stupid pink flower petal headdress, and turned. She pointed towards the backdoor of her cottage. "The garden," she said.
"Persephone."
"My garden."
Demeter hesitated, then nodded. "Okay, fine."
"You approve?" Seph said sarcastically.
Demeter glared at her.
She rolled her eyes again and went out back.
Demeter's garden was like a giant greenhouse. Persephone's garden was like a giant rainforest.
Her power was mostly over flowers, so her entire garden was covered in color, every species of flower there was, every pigment imaginable. It was hot in this area, tropical temperatures, which most of the flowers there could deal with. There were certain areas that were reserved for certain flowers that needed different temperatures (she had arctic blossoms in the back).
There was heat, for the most part, though, and anyone else would have started to sweat buckets after about 20 or 25 mintues. Persephone was used to the heat, not just in here, but in general, seeing as she had been married to Hades for centuries.
She stode through her garden, doing her best not to step on the flowers that were everywhere, even though they moved all out of the way for her.
She stopped and leaned against a pair of apple trees that were in full bloom.
Two vines slid out of the gorund and hung themselves from the branches of the tree. A big leaf formed between the two and they gestured for her to come sit on the new swing.
Persephone giggled.
She sat and took ahold of the two vines like the chains of a swing, and pushed off with her feet and then she was in the air, the wind that was conjured by her soaring through the sky blowing her hair back. She giggled again and closed her eyes. It was like she was flying.
"That's very juvenile, mom," Macaria said.
The vines and Persephone stopped, the heels of her sandals digging into the ground to slow herself.
"I'm allowed to be juvenile," Persephone said simply, opening her violet eyes. She raised an eyebrow. In her daughter's arms was a huge pile of fabric.
"You're my mother," Macaria said.
"I'm only four years older then you."
Macaria rolled her eyes, muttered, "Which is insanely weird," and then stepped fowards. She dumped the pile of fabric into Persephone's arms.
Several vines slid out of the ground to help her unroll it. Persephone gasped when it was all unrolled.
"Wow," she exclaimed, her face lighting up. The fabric was a tapestry. Of herself. The border consisted of dozens and dozens of 10s.
"This is for you, too," said Macaria, handing her a scroll. Persephone let her vines take the tapestry and she accepted the scroll and opened it.
Okay...was I not clear when I said not to copy me? Come on, Seph. Originality is key!
The tapestry, by the way, was made by the Fates. Let's see you try to copy this.
Happy 10th!
"I can find a way to copy it, I bet," Persephone smirked to herself.
"Please do so, it's fun to see him get all annoyed."
Persephone couldn't disagree.
"Now, I should really go before your mom catches me and gets pissed," said Maci.
Persephone sighed, and nodded. Maci disappeared.
"I wonder which one of my nymphs knows how to weave," said Persephone aloud, thoughtfully.
