Video post.

[pearling]

[Persephone is... not actually in her garden. She's sitting on the deck and the stars are behind her. Unfamiliar stars with their unfamiliar stories.]

Now, in the Northern Hemisphere of Earth, the plants are stirring in the ground. They move through it, pressing forth and digging their roots more fully into the soft earth. They grow, moving instinctively towards the sun, fighting through the thawing ground. Winter's slowly shaken off as my mother's relief that I will be returning to her flows from her into the Earth. The world warms, and birds sing and animals start to come together...

And yet I am a prisoner here still.

I tire of this place.

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[collector]

[Briefly, he speaks in the Aeolic dialect of Ancient Greek.] Expectation is never happy sealed in a jar. But at least this prison, when it releases you, will not pull you back again.

[Then he jumps back to his usual language.] I have a feeling I'm not the sort of individual wanted to celebrate Anthesphoria. [ie, a man]

video;

[82prctmoremanly.livejournal.com]

[And a floppy-haired nerdy thing pops up.] Is it really that bad to you? I mean, yeah, there's the prisoner thing, but if you don't screw up, is it a problem?

[darknessb4me]

It's always winter where I live at home. Even what passes for January here isn't cold enough any more.

[As if this is helpful :|]

We don't belong here.

[Because everything is about him right guys?]

[453gof-flesh.livejournal.com]

Or they fall on barren ground.

The things man does, hm?

crawwwwling out of her anti-social hole

[leadsthestars.livejournal.com]

You have a better chance of leaving than most.