@psychewrote (for Florence) // ❤
THE BLOOM ROOM. Persephone stood on the sidewalk for a good ten minutes, simply staring at the window display of the flower shop, as if the blooms and buds within might offer her some sort of ADVICE on this sort of thing. The flowers remained neutral on the topic, however, unsurprisingly not wanting to get involved in any sort of discussion between mother and daughter.
There's another one. That was all that had been running through the goddess' mind since she had found out about this sister, yet another of her mother's demigod offspring. It seemed that her mother took her job as a fertility goddess far more seriously than her daughter had -- joining the rest of the Olympians in single-handedly rearing an entire generation into the world... only to abandon them, to leave them to fend for themselves out there.
They should have considered themselves fortunate.
Pushing into the small shop, Persephone shut her eyes briefly as the cloyingly sweet scent of too many flowers in too small a space washed over her. It was... quaint. Just her mother's style, if she were being honest, though she didn't feel as if Demeter had been there in some time. Feigning curiosity in the flowers on display, Persephone made her way through the shop, humming a tune softly to herself in an attempt to seem as if she weren’t sizing up her newest family member.
















