Before she dressed, before she gathered up a basket of foodstuffs and a blanket she will not end up using, she walks to the luggage and takes up a handful of bags. Standing there in the luggage cart, she tries to think through the people she'd want to send a message to, counting bags in her hand and trying not to take more than her fair share.
"Mama and Artemis for sure, Eros will be worried. I should probably tell Athena and Hestia..." She counts those out, putting them in her bag and waffling over the rest, "...I should probably try Hades or Hecate, at least so they know I'm okay." She bites her nail and tosses two more in her bag.
B. Mushroom Picnic
After gently placing a few stones into the river, she'd taken up residence on one of the taller mushroom, the picnic basket by her side, her hat pushed back to look at the sky. In her lap is a folded frame set, beside her a magazine left open to a spread of a dark, yet brilliant cityscape, a blue cast world of glittering buildings and dark streets.
She nibbles at a tomato sandwich, cut into cute little triangles, and when someone she knows comes near, she leans over the edges to gesture them up. She did purposefully pick one of the sturdiest looking mushrooms, with notches carved up to the crown.
"The view is even better up here, I think."
C. Endless River
Her first stone took the longest. It was for her mother and it ended up holding such a mix of emotion, sorrow, worry, the sensation of longing and the words that rush together, 'I'm safe, I'm sorry, I'm loved, I am alright, I might not be able to come home, don't ruin the world for the sake of me'. It mixed and melded into love, guilt, and frustration that she knows isn't fair When she placed it into a bag and gently tossed it in, it was a relief. That was the hardest. The rest will be simple.
Well that's what she thought, until now, staring at one of these glittering opals in her palm. She needs to at least tell them she's alive. She could do Hecate. It'd be easier. Less emotional baggage, right? But he deserves to know, right? That's she's okay, that she won't be coming back? Her frustration and uncertainty wells up. Ugh, why is this so hard?!
Well now all these feelings are in this stone aren't they? Ugh.
Persephone tosses the stone, reaching down to pick up another--only to notice the first one hop, skip and plop into the river.
"No-nonono shoot! Does it work without the bag? Now I have to send another!" She stands at the very edge, dismayed as the pebble sinks out of sight. Did it work? Did it just sink? Can she take that chance? "Sugar snaps!"
Persephone
Before she dressed, before she gathered up a basket of foodstuffs and a blanket she will not end up using, she walks to the luggage and takes up a handful of bags. Standing there in the luggage cart, she tries to think through the people she'd want to send a message to, counting bags in her hand and trying not to take more than her fair share.
"Mama and Artemis for sure, Eros will be worried. I should probably tell Athena and Hestia..." She counts those out, putting them in her bag and waffling over the rest, "...I should probably try Hades or Hecate, at least so they know I'm okay." She bites her nail and tosses two more in her bag.
B. Mushroom Picnic
After gently placing a few stones into the river, she'd taken up residence on one of the taller mushroom, the picnic basket by her side, her hat pushed back to look at the sky. In her lap is a folded frame set, beside her a magazine left open to a spread of a dark, yet brilliant cityscape, a blue cast world of glittering buildings and dark streets.
She nibbles at a tomato sandwich, cut into cute little triangles, and when someone she knows comes near, she leans over the edges to gesture them up. She did purposefully pick one of the sturdiest looking mushrooms, with notches carved up to the crown.
"The view is even better up here, I think."
C. Endless River
Her first stone took the longest. It was for her mother and it ended up holding such a mix of emotion, sorrow, worry, the sensation of longing and the words that rush together, 'I'm safe, I'm sorry, I'm loved, I am alright, I might not be able to come home, don't ruin the world for the sake of me'. It mixed and melded into love, guilt, and frustration that she knows isn't fair When she placed it into a bag and gently tossed it in, it was a relief. That was the hardest. The rest will be simple.
Well that's what she thought, until now, staring at one of these glittering opals in her palm. She needs to at least tell them she's alive. She could do Hecate. It'd be easier. Less emotional baggage, right? But he deserves to know, right? That's she's okay, that she won't be coming back? Her frustration and uncertainty wells up. Ugh, why is this so hard?!
Well now all these feelings are in this stone aren't they? Ugh.
Persephone tosses the stone, reaching down to pick up another--only to notice the first one hop, skip and plop into the river.
"No-nonono shoot! Does it work without the bag? Now I have to send another!" She stands at the very edge, dismayed as the pebble sinks out of sight. Did it work? Did it just sink? Can she take that chance? "Sugar snaps!"