None of this had been strenuous work. It was just--work. Delicate and demanding and back bending work. Her eyes had started to cross by day three. Her back hurt, her hands cramped. Honestly, she had wanted to go fight something just for the change of pace. But--one last thing. And of course--of course it would require nightfall.
By midnight, Persephone is tired, grumpy, and tossing crystals down instead of carefully placing. The delicacy and thought of earlier that evening is gone. Dawn is still hours away.
"I'm not ungrateful that they found a way to put these islands back. But couldn't the birds have helped us distribute them?"
Back on the Train
It had been an exhausting night and only a more exhausting morning, making her way back to the train. Honestly, Persephone wants to climb into her bunk and fall straight asleep, but she has a few things in her pocket to bring back. It was a good thing that her outfit came with so many pockets and bags, who knew you needed so many?
Which means she has to make a stop over in the greenhouse. Persephone drops down on the edge of a plot that she's nominally decided is hers, based on the lack of anyone else planting something in it and pokes a few holes. Then she digs in the various bags, finds the right one, and sets a cutting in one and two seeds in another set. It's a moment's work to have flowers poking their heads up from the soil, curled up in tight buds.
But it's still a moment's work after an exhausting week. Persephone yawns, lays her head on her arm and falls asleep right then and there, tucked off the path.
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None of this had been strenuous work. It was just--work. Delicate and demanding and back bending work. Her eyes had started to cross by day three. Her back hurt, her hands cramped. Honestly, she had wanted to go fight something just for the change of pace. But--one last thing. And of course--of course it would require nightfall.
By midnight, Persephone is tired, grumpy, and tossing crystals down instead of carefully placing. The delicacy and thought of earlier that evening is gone. Dawn is still hours away.
"I'm not ungrateful that they found a way to put these islands back. But couldn't the birds have helped us distribute them?"
Back on the Train
It had been an exhausting night and only a more exhausting morning, making her way back to the train. Honestly, Persephone wants to climb into her bunk and fall straight asleep, but she has a few things in her pocket to bring back. It was a good thing that her outfit came with so many pockets and bags, who knew you needed so many?
Which means she has to make a stop over in the greenhouse. Persephone drops down on the edge of a plot that she's nominally decided is hers, based on the lack of anyone else planting something in it and pokes a few holes. Then she digs in the various bags, finds the right one, and sets a cutting in one and two seeds in another set. It's a moment's work to have flowers poking their heads up from the soil, curled up in tight buds.
But it's still a moment's work after an exhausting week. Persephone yawns, lays her head on her arm and falls asleep right then and there, tucked off the path.