one of six

Persephone had been bent over a bed of flower and jerked up out of surprise when she heard someone addressing her. Seeing it was only a young girl, she relaxed.

“Oh, uh, hi. Uh, not really, no. I found it about an hour ago and everything was wilted or dead,” she told her. “I, um, I can’t stand seeing dead plants; I just had to fix it.”

 “ Wow, you must have really good aura to be so good with plants! They’re usually really picky about who they’ll grow for! “ Even if someone was a truly talented gardener, she had noticed that plants rarely drew their full potential around people who wouldn’t respect their beauty. 

Catching the acrobat stretching out wasn’t hard-- in fact, she’d often do it even whilst just on a walk. Switching from her feet to her hands was a natural skill-- if she could call it natural at this point. Though slightly harder since arriving in Praesec, she still has her training down. Perhaps, if she kept practicing, she’d get as strong as she was back home, too! Wandering about, she did find another who seemed to be tending to some flowers, a curiosity to the fire-nation native. Quickly moving to stand upon her feet, she moves over to the girl, smile large on her lips.