ii. Gardens.-Video

[pearling]

[Persephone is kneeling in front of a large pile of dirt, and there is a smear of it on her face. A handful of plants are growing in front of her, literally glowing and blooming as you watch. Persephone looks rather happy and contended.]

Who is in charge of the Gardens? Armand St. Just, I understand it is you. I am looking for pots.

I would also like to help with the seeding. I have a knack for it.

Comments

[video]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

No. I am in my room.

I found the garden locked and was unable to tamper with it.

[She leaned over the flowers, and then dug her fingers further into them, and more sprouted.]

[video]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

The whole garden isn't locked... wait.

[Watching her do that is plainly upsetting him in some way.]

How are you doing that? I could take you up there. I have the keys...

Re: [video]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

I am Persephone. It is what I do.

[She rolled her eyes at him, but stopped.]

[video]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

The goddess Persephone?

[He's even more surprised.]

And you're interested in our little garden?

[video]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

I am interested in what garden there is here.

[video]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to show it to you?

[video]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[video]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I can meet you there, if you wish.

[video]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

As you wish. This afternoon? I am going to help someone first.

[video]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I'll be there. I supervise up there.

[video] Slow spam?

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Fantastic.

[spam] very slow but yes

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

[Armand has no reason to be nervous in the gardens, but he's fidgeting and fussing over weeds and making sure the harvesting baskets are stacked just so. Instead of his normal clothes, he's wearing jeans--not so very tight--a lightweight shirt and a straw hat.]

[spam]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[Persephone swept into the garden grandly, her head held high, but her steps were quick and excited, and she looked rather gleeful as she moved to the first plot of land. Without looking, thinking or speaking to Armand, she quickly dropped onto her knees in a billow of tulle and silk, her fingers plunging eagerly into the dirt. When she spoke it was in a little cooing voice, like one would speak to a baby.]

Oh look at you, aren't you lovely?

[spam]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

[Armand stared at her back. He took off his hat and wandered around to where he'd be in front of her when he looked up.]

I'm in charge in here, madame. It's not polite to... get all flirty with my charges without checking in with me.

[spam]

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[Persephone looked up at him when he said that he said that it wasn't polite to get flirty with his plants.]

The plants do not belong to you, and trust me, if I was getting flirty with them, mortal, you'd know it.

[The ones she'd touched already looked stronger and more vibrant, and they turned towards her a bit like the sun.]

Re: [spam]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I did not say they belonged to me, madame. They're my charges, as in I take care of them and keep an eye on who gets their fingers on them.

[He bowed then, and swept off his hat momentarily.]

You must be the goddess Persephone.