[Persephone bursts into the inner circle, skidding to a stop as she takes in the chaos. It's hard to parse with the rain and it takes her several long moments to spot those wrapped in her long tendrils. And she stops breathing. The goddess who--with her friends? What can she do, what can she even do?
The ground around her bursts into life, a thicket of green that's as much thorns as roses. Equally as green are the leaves that her hair is becoming. For those who know her, it's obvious that she's struggling with controlling both her emotions and her powers]
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The ground around her bursts into life, a thicket of green that's as much thorns as roses. Equally as green are the leaves that her hair is becoming. For those who know her, it's obvious that she's struggling with controlling both her emotions and her powers]