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Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere
What: May mod log!
When: The First two weeks of May.
Warnings: Use your best discretion.

May Open log

First of May, First of May

So apparently the open festive mood on the locals hasn’t stopped so May opens with a tradition that happens within it. It’s May Day, or Beltane if you’re feeling formal and it doesn’t just last for the day. Instead it lasts for two weeks, because why do in one day what you can party for multiple days over?

There are the traditional May Day things of course. There’s the May pole stretching upwards with its brightly colored ribbons welcoming people to do it either together or separately. The colors are explained of course, purple for a good year, pink for fertility, green for fiscal gain, blue for calmness. Each ribbon wrapped around the ancient poll is a wish, an old woman tells you. So you should take it seriously. But if you do is up to you.

Ringing outside of the giant circle in the recreation dome are large bonfires. People are writing down their wishes for the year and burning them into the universe. Some more… adventurous people are hopping over the fire in order to increase the effectiveness of the wishes. In case you were wondering, John is standing ready with a med kit and a judgmental look on her face.

There are small picnics set up around rather than tables, and spring foods are placed on it. Strawberries, oat cakes, chocolate, and things like real food are scattered on them, letting people pick and share the platters around them equally. Wine flows freely, of course. Wine made here in the Sphere that comes in a variety of fruited flavors.

Traditional things such as three legged races and general races are occurring, people grouping those with powers together in order to make it fair. Other games are happening. Including Max in the dunk tank for a few minutes, so you may wanna get that in.

There are of course things that are non-traditional as well. After all, this is the Sphere. A series of bouncy castles is set up, as is an inflatable obstacle course. One of the larger castles is even set aside for the adults because well, why not.

Several large ball pits are set up and people are bringing drinks to them. There’s no way that can go wrong. It’s adults only because sometimes everyone just needs a ball pit.

Fireworks happen every night. Or at least something that looks like fireworks, minus the fire and the noise. But they fill the sky above the Sphere, making it seem as if they are under a real sky.

painting the roses red.

After celebrating the spring in April, May brings with it the work of what spring actually entails. What it entails especially after the loss of the person in charge (rip Annie) is doing the sort of normal planting in the fields. There are people around to supervise and to hand out seeds and the other things that one needs to successfully plant fields and all of that.

There are other fields and vegetable patches to be weeded and harvested, because the agriculture dome tends to always be in a state of flux depending on how many people are currently living in the sphere at the time.

But it wouldn’t be a community event if food wasn’t provided, so there’s a sort of barbecue going on. It definitely smells like barbecue that’s for sure, and there are people tending long pits of things that look like meat but that definitely aren’t. Still it tastes like good old bbq and that’s really what matters isn’t it?

Of course it wouldn’t be bbq without beer, so there’s a lot of it. It’s free-flowing (a little too free-flowing actually) and some of the teenagers have gotten their hands on it. On way too much of it as a matter of fact. Which is why it seemed like a good idea to them to show up at the work picnic with squirt guns full of washable paint.

If it’s washable and non-toxic, one argues, then it’s not as if anyone can be really angry.

But honestly it’s a paint fight. Join in or be an innocent victim there are definitely squirt guns a plenty around.

Everyone loves bathtime, right?

Well, people requested baths, so the staff at the pools in the Rec dome have tried to accommodate them! While normally, the events at the pools go something like this: The largest of the three pools, and the light is constant and sunny here. The large pool is Olympic sized, and is a sparkling blue. It’s fresh water, and probably clean enough to drink. I still wouldn’t drink it. The second pool is slightly smaller and more kidney shaped with a gradual sand mound at one end of it. This pool is salt water and looks a bit more like a beach than a pool. The third pool is a kiddie pool, complete with a splash pad, that’s running. Buckets drop, it’s got one of those mushroom things, and sprinkler jets. There aren’t any kids though, so people are welcome to go nuts.

Bathing suits and towels are provided in the divided changing rooms. There’s frozen and fruity drinks flowing freely, along with finger food and snacks.

The Sphere has increased it towards bathing though, through the use of temporary means. There’s a large bamboo building near it, and inside are various sets of hot and cool pools, sauna and steam pools, a masseuse and other spa treatments and the like. There’s three options for these times. 1.Strictly bathing suits, 2, strictly mixed nudity/ bathing suits and 3. Strictly separated nudity. No one below the age of eighteen is getting naked in the baths, sorry kids.

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Simon Reese | The Black Tapes Podcast

[interconnectedness]

( A. First of May )

Simon doesn't find himself particularly interested in all the celebrations. He's still mostly worried about Alex, about all the things that could happen here that he can't anticipate which has him more than his usual set of seriousness and he's been watching over her even more than usual if that were possible to the detriment of sleep and nutrition.

The latter things are nothing new for him either. So maybe nothing has really changed for Simon. He can be seen now and then around the festivities, watching them but always from the outside -- unless you might have caught him post being forced into something by Alex or the like.

One thing that he does find himself enjoying on his own is the pseudo fireworks show. He likes things with lights. Usually he would like those of the natural kind but he settles for that and so that's probably the most unguarded that you could find him is when they're on display.

( B. Wildcard )

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[gristle]

Beverly likes the fireworks. The colors above her remind her of home and her boys and the few times when Derry wasn't a shit hole and was full of possibilities like this place was. Or at the very least how it could be. It definitely is something that she normally does alone, choosing to get away from the things that don't remind her of home and focusing on the things that do.

However, the better plans laid of teenage girls are sometimes lost, and Bev finds herself near Simon in the place where she normally watches the fireworks from. For a moment, she doesn't say anything, because she remembers his memory, but there's something about him that reminds of Stan and the boys back home, despite the fact that he's older (and taller. A lot taller.) So, she just speaks: "I like 'em better without the sounds, don't you? Makes 'em nicer."

[interconnectedness]

Simon didn't expect to have anyone around and if there were someone around he didn't expect them to try and talk to him. People don't usually talk to him really. He manages to be unnoticeable most of the time, on purpose. But sometimes they do.

"I used to only see them by the sounds," Simon said, though that probably wouldn't make much sense to Beverly. But in the asylum, it's not like there were fireworks displays for them to go watch but every now and then in the summer he could hear them. He could imagine them. If he really wanted to see them he probably could have but he didn't use bilocation that way. Not for himself, so selfishly.

[unknownmoirai]

She appeared next to him with a flower held delicately between the pads of her thumb and forefinger.

"Aren't you going to join us? I might be more fun than watching." She was used to Simon watching... everything but she wanted him to get involved more. He felt so distant and while she didn't really understand him, it didn't seem like he ever had a whole lot of fun.

"If not one of the races. They have strawberries." She really liked strawberries.

[interconnectedness]

Simon really doesn't know what fun is. Fun had never been a part of his life even before he'd been put into an asylum. His parents hadn't been a large proponent of fun and play when they were alive and all. He likes Angel, mostly. Not as much as he likes Alex but she's also good, he knows that.

"Aren't there always strawberries?"

He clearly pays a lot attention to what he eats.

Rio | Good Girls

[gangfriend]

( A. First of May )

Rio's not too interested in the more friviolous activities. He can be found drinking wine and eating a good amount of the time when he's not looking into what he can get into for a man of his skills around the place. That's been the most difficult adjustment here. Finding what to do, especially since he seems to be bumping into mostly do-gooders and those of that ilk. He's certainly nothing of that kind.

There's a vague sense of homesickness that this brings to him that he wishes his son could be here. Now, Marcus would love all the colors and fun games that are going around. Rio's just not the kind to enjoy it if not for the sake of his kid.

( B. Bathtime )

Rio can often be found in the steam pools and saunas. He goes for the nude option more often than not. If there's pretty ladies around to catch the eye of he will be sure to flirt. Otherwise, feel free to try and make conversation. Sometimes he can be friendly.

( C. Wildcard )

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[threshes]

Rio may not have been interest in the frivolity that was happening around them, but as always Persephone loses herself into it. If she's being happy and playing and joyful then she doesn't need to think about what she's missing back home, or deal with the guilt that comes with what her presence missing from above and down below might cause for the mortals on Earth. The food doesn't interest her all that much, not really because the goddess knows the dangers of eating food from a place where you've ended up. The wine was tried once but the vintage is weak and listless compared to the one that she carries.

It's so weak and listless and bland compared to her own wine, that Persephone can't help the way that her face twists into a nearly full-bodied grimace at it complete with an exaggerated cat face. Without missing a beat, Persephone shoves her hand in the bodice of her black dress, the lace and velvet dotted with diamonds before she pulls out a silver flask. Unscrewing it, she takes a big sip before offering it to the man next to her.

[gangfriend]

The lady that's beside him seems a bit fancy. There's something vague about her that reminds him of both Annie and Beth, which isn't exactly a comforting combination by any stretch of the imagination. There's an amused look, as he caught her movements and then a raised brow at the offered flask.

He shrugs and takes it without a word before taking a sip. Well, it's better than what's been passed around here thus far.

"You got some secret stash in this place, huh?"

Ubbe Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ubbe]

( A. First of May )

Ubbe rather enjoys it when things are happy and the like. Celebrations are interesting and he can easily be cajoled into participating in just about anything especially after he's indulged in the wine.

And he will be gratuitously indulging in the wine, mind you.

His spirits are rather high and if you haven't seen him recently you might notice some subtle differences. His face is still healing from his fight with the Black Dane and he still favors one side over the other when he walks. All in all, he's done much better here and all.

( B. Painting the Roses Red )

Ubbe is more than happy to tend the fields. It's what he'd fought so hard for against Ivar for many years now and he'd nearly given his life to get the lands that Ragnar was promised in England. Now, they had lands for farming, for settling and options beyond raids.

Periodically while working hard he'll stop to get some beer and also some food. He doesn't ask too many questions but the curiosity will always be in his eyes because what even is it that he's eating?

( C. Bathing )

The Vikings were a rather clean people but the idea of a steam baths were something that was still rather new to Ubbe. Not utterly new at all but new enough that there was still a fascination for it that mimicked his father's in Wessex. He had seen those Roman baths as well in his time in King Alfred's court but these were different from those still.

More often than not he'll choose the nude option because it seemed the most natural but he can be found in the mixed areas as well.

( D. Wildcard )

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B. Painting the Roses Red

[becauseyouhaveto]

Working in the fields reminds Carol not only of her flowerbeds back home Before, but of the gardens they'd started at the Prison. It was nice to just be outside, working in the dirt and feeling the warmth of the sun, even if it was artificial. She sits up to wipe sweat from her brow, sighing happily.

Beside her, she notices a man who seems equally content with his weeding. "It's nice to be able to just zone out and work with your hands, don't you think?" she asks, just making polite conversation.

[ubbe]

Ubbe looks up at Carol's question and there's a friendly enough smile and then he continues working. In truth, he doesn't have very much farming experience. By the time Ubbe was born his father was Earl and had moved away from the humble homestead where the legend had started. Kattegat grew into a large trading center and he spent more time in the great hall than even thinking about the land.

But the land in Wessex had been a dream, the option for people to settle down and not be completely reliant upon raiding. The land was a treasure too and it's much the same he feels about the land here as well.

"It is, I think," Ubbe answers her, though the slang of 'zone out' had caused him a moment of thought to put the context together. "It is something to do as there's not much to fight here," Ubbe chuckles and well there's plenty of things that he misses from home here. Even if he's the least violent prone of his brother he does love a good battle.

Tommy Shepherd | Marvel Comics

[doubled_speed]

First Of May

Listen, there isn't much of a point to holiday traditions so far as Tommy cares. He wasn't really brought up with an appreciation of them. But this? This is about the most awesome set up he's seen, and just a few days ago he was at the most rockin' New Year's celebration ever, pretty much spent with every teenaged superhero of any note. But that had dancing and music, and Tommy could get dancing and music literally any time by going somewhere in the world. It's not the wine or the food though he puts down a lot and it's not the races even against powered people he knows it's not fair for him to participate that keep him here. No, it's the more brightly colored games.

There's more than a few days that Tommy passes his time, happy to invite some degree of competition too. There's the bounce house where he's trying to see how many times he can flip in the air before touching down, but he's not great at flips. There's the obstacle course, which he's looking for a teammate in just to have a bit more fun at a more reasonable speed. And of course there's him in the ballpit, more than ready to start a fight or just tug someone down under the balls, as if he was a shark.

But, at the end of the nights, he does slow down. Sits off alone as he watches the not-fireworks, frowning up at them sadly as he nurses a glass of wine that cannot even hope to make him tipsy. Of course, sit next to him then and the frown will be a playful smile in less time than it takes a hummingbird to flap it's wings. Advantages of being fast.


Painting the Roses Red

Making things? Not Tommy's sorta thing, but he respects the whole point of it. He does his part but his real focus is the fact that food is provided. That is what brings Tommy, it's not what makes the young man stay. No, that honor goes to the squirt guns. All it takes it one tipsy teen to mistake Tommy as a bit younger than he is, and then his hands are filled with a squirt gun filled with appropriately green paint. He grins to himself and darts around the area, from improbable cover to improbable cover, seeking targets out to mark with a quick spray of green, delivered with a victorious burst of laughter.


Bathtime!

Swimming wasn't really a hobby that Tommy had ever gotten into. First, his parents hadn't intentionally taught him how to swim or sent him somewhere that did. Second, he hadn't had too many chances to enjoy the skill even after he had learned. Third, well, after he got superspeed, swimming more became a skill used if he messed up and ran too slow and thus sank into whatever water he was running over.

Mostly he only came because he wanted a hot soak if he could. But as he was walking past the kiddie pool a giant smile came over his face. This? This was so amazing looking. No parents teaching him to swim also meant he'd never gone to a waterpark and never seen something like this. So of course there is a muscular young man in vibrant green swimtrunks frolicking under the bucket drop whenever it is about to fall, before rushing over to sprinkler jets. This is better than a proper pool!


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First of May

[mostunworthy]

Parties aren't really Arthur's thing, you know unless there's booze involved, and as luck would have it, there's wine here. He's starting to get the impression 'wine' was this place's idea of a good time, so he's not going to complain too much. When in Rome or something like that. For the most part, Arthur's been sticking to the food, he's a big guy and that just means he likes to eat, and the other refreshments, but has been watching from the sidelines the contests, too.

He isn't, however, expecting to be invited to a team, even if it is just a duo. He raises his eyebrow questioningly, crossing his arms and looking out over the course.

"Partners, huh?"

[doubled_speed]

"Yeah, why not? I mean, not like anyone could even begin to challenge me competitively if it's one on one, right? Two people? Then we like, do this like that old show, American Gladiator. Ever seen it? Probably, right, you're old. Anyway, in case you haven't, effectively we take one of us to run through this, that will be you. And you do it as fast as you can. And the other team does it as fast as they can with one person. And the second person from the team tries to slow them down. Within reason, right?"

He'll be the gladiator, and make sure he ONLY moves at normal human speeds. See? It's a really well thought out plan, and he'll have TONS of fun trying to mess with people. And you know, not use too much of his strength.

10th Doctor | Doctor Who

[borntolove]

First of May

The Doctor is staring at the MayPole like he's seeing a ghost or looking very withdrawn about it - which may have something to do with how on Gallifrey that was something the children did.

Bouncy Castle

However, his hearts can't say no to a bouncy castle. Come and join him?

Bathtime

The Doctor has positively no shame in being nude - if anything he finds it weird you humans are so tense about that but he can be found in the mixed areas as well.

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Face Painting | Angel [ota]

[unknownmoirai]

She wandered through the festivities, smiling at the games and the three-legged races.

A pale yellow sundress hugged her frame, its skirt brushing the top of her knees as she walked. A bag was slung over her shoulder as she cased the area for a good place to set up. Everything looked like fun but she was more interested in finding a place where she could see everything to set up.

The area she found was next to the picnic tables. She set out her sketchbook and paints and set to work. It didn't take her long to put her drawings aside and start offering those walking around face painting. She had a steady hand and could paint almost anything though sometimes she sketched it out on a piece of paper just to make sure.

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[ubbe]

Ubbe watches when she has her sketchbook out and he can't see what she's drawing but he comes nearer after a while. It reminds him of Athelstan, the brief years that he had known the priest he remembers fondly. He'd honestly been the only person that had ever drawn pictures rather than just runes.

"What are you drawing?"

[unknownmoirai]

"Huh?" Her chin rose and her bright blue-gray eyes met Ubbe's with a curious confused stare. "Oh!"

She shifted and tilted her sketchbook so he could see. Right now it was only a few human looking shapes. One looked as if it was a little girl wearing a cute dress with long hair and a hat though she didn't have a face. The other two were a man and a woman and they were mid progress.

"I'm drawing styles. I thought it'd be wise to open a business here. So Gyda and I are going to be making clothes. I wanted to work on designs I thought everyone would like and I thought watching them while I drew would help." So far she was having fun.

Persephone | Hadestown

[threshes]

First of May.

Well, this feels normal. Well, as normal as it could feel without the sun and the sky above them. In some ways, the dome and it's fake sunshine remind her of something that her husband might concoct in order to make her time in Hadestown longer while trying to give her something less to complain about. Persephone avoids the foods that are offered at all costs--that's something she's done once and she's not about to do anything that would trap her here and force her time to be split three ways rather than the two that she's already trying to balance.

Of course, the food rule doesn't extend to wine in the slightest, and the Goddess has a glass in her hand that she seems to be building up to make the effort to try. Given who she is and what it is that Persephone carries in that circular silver flask tucked into the bodice of her black dress, she's more than a little bit of a wine snob. But one can one expect when her cousin uses the fruit she makes to forge into wine and has perfected since the world began.

If someone looks at her oddly, the tiny woman in the black dress that gleams with actual diamonds and other precious stones dug from the wealth hidden in the depths of the earth (she's long skewed the jewelry that her husband makes her: silver bracelets and gold collars and precious stones in her pockets in favor of the simple wedding band he'd first placed on her finger and the silken ribbon around her neck. The flower and stoned snood that she wears in the underworld has been abandoned however, in favor of one of the fresh flowers around them.) Persephone just gives them an exaggerated shrug, one that's entirely full-bodied in her approach to it. The shrug, as is everything that Persephone does is always larger than life. "What? A girls gotta have some standards, brother."

Painting the roses red.

Now this, this is more like it. Persephone has kicked off her boots in favor of feeling the dark earth below her feet. It carries trace promises of the earth back home, and it's just enough to give the goddess a bit of homesickness. Taking the seeds that one of the volunteers hands over, Persephone just looks at them for a moment before she nudges them with the back of her index finger. The life in them was already ready, just waiting to be nestled into earth and given water and sunlight, but she can't help herself in giving them a little nudge. Summers back home are shorter, after all, and it's something that she does frequently in order to give her humans a better chance to survive the winter.

Of course there ain't no winter here, nor summer nor true spring either. The domes can play act at them, but this place is basically a giant greenhouse that's standing alone. With what seems almost to be a lack of care, Persephone tosses them into the row that other people have carved into the earth, but instead of just falling into a mess, they form orderly and evenly spaced places just as if she'd walked along and dropped them in one at a time. The ground moves over them, and then with a little weave of her fingers, the roots of the plants dig into the ground, and they sprout, small green pieces of what will be squash. Without the use of anything to help hold them up, the shoots turn into steams that sprout leaves that sprout blossoms. That's where Persephone stops, pinching one of the yellow and orange blooms off and tucking it behind her ear with an exaggerated wink.

First of May

[unknownmoirai]

Her dress was perfect for May. It was a sweet pale yellow, it's hem decorated in floral figures before hugging tightly around her thin waist. The torso was similar to a corset in its design while two layers of skirts fanned out from her waist and hang down to her knees. The back of the dress was open, displaying the tattoo on the front of her shoulder as well as two thin scars just inside her shoulder blades. Her hair was braided o neither side with bright ribbons decorating the weave and tying into a bow at its end.

She appeared innocent and delighted by the richness of her surroundings but she also wasn't exactly paying attention to where she was walking. With her eyes on the ribbon pole, her shoulder brushed against Persephone enough for her to stop and mumble a soft apology.

"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make you spill your drink." The festival was all a little overwhelming but in the best sense. She had a bag slung over one shoulder but otherwise looked as if she wasn't trying to get anywhere quickly.

Re: First of May

[threshes]

It was weird to see new people still. For the most part, in most of the places that Persephone visited in order to spread the spring, it tends to be rather localized—people don’t move unless they gotta, too tied to the history of their places rather than facing the hardship on the roads. One of the few is the girl.

And look how that had landed her up: with a contract and wearing overalls with the rest.

But this girl has an innocence around her that reminds Persephone of the poet: it’s there shining from behind her eyes and in her game and the goddess can’t help but wonder if she was touched by the gods in the same way that Orpheus was. The gods never really did know how to keep their hands (or anything else really) to themselves. They hadn’t since the world began and they weren’t about to stop now that the world had all but ended ‘round their immortal ears.

That bit o’being touched gives Persephone a bit more kindness in her and the other woman’s dark eyes are gentle when she shakes her head and waves off the apology with a quick flap of her hand. “Ain’t nothin’ to worry about, sister? Ya fancy a drink?” Wouldn’t be polite to give the woman that terrible local wine, so she offers the silver circle again.

Mayday

[4th_survived]

Anne doesn't have such reservations at the food, or rather, she sees other people eating and enjoying what was on offer and felt safe enough to try itself. As she doesn't really know anyone just yet, (and to do so will be a slow process), Anne doesn't sit down on any of the blankets, but carefully nibbles at a sandwich as she watches the games with interest. She can only understand half of them, but it's clear those involved are having fun and she can feel everyone's excitement.

She had not been to such a celebration since the joust after her marriage, but this she's finding is better. No one's watching her, and she certainly hopes no one's judging her for every little thing.

In the heat of the day, she forwent her heavier gowns for one of a lighter fabric. The style is more English than german, and richly embroidered, however fashioned in completely one piece so she might put it on herself without the help of servants. So many here are dressed even lighter than herself, she was torn between fascination and wonder at how the did not feel so naked as that.

There was one woman though, dark complexioned woman is dressed in such a grand way as she had seen in court, her manner more open and blunt than even those in the English court (perhaps like herself and hers when out of her brother's eyes).

She was in the process of trying a glass herself. She was also close enough for her to overhear her words. "Your pardon, madam," Her words come out as english, however her accent German. "Do you have a preference for the wine offered?"

[threshes]

The gown the woman wears registered as older than Persephone herself is from, but ain't really something that means anything in a time when folks are dragging cloth from anywhere they get it. But it's the woman's eyes and voice that make her think she's from a begone era: the slightly wild way she watches the other women. Either that or she's a prude and Persephone tries not to just judge people like that right off.

Persephone's voice is husky and low, smoke and ash. "Nope, sure don't unless it ain't none of them. They all just don't taste right. They got nothin' to em: no sunshine, no rain, no drought, no thunderstorms or cold. They're too damned perfect and it makes the fruit of the vine lackin' in taste. It's a god damn tragedy." Humphing after her words, Persephone's hand just fumbles in the bodice of her dress and she pulls out a silver flask shaped like a ring. Unscrewing the top with an exceptionally practiced hand (some earth civilizations had risen and fell since she'd started drinking out of this here thing) and she offers it to the woman. "Here, try this. Careful though, it's got a kick."

painting the roses red

[burntbridges]

Letha is sight-seeing, more than anything; she's never helped with hard labor in her life and she isn't about to start now. She can make as many excuses as she likes about being there to provide backup if needed, but seeing as she can't make any risen to aid them, she's really just there to feel helpful.

Watching someone grow plants from nothing, though, that catches her attention. And if Dorian won't teach her magic, that means she's still on the hurt for learning.

"Excuse me, madam - how did you do that? Do you practice some sort of... gardening magic?"

She's sure that comes off as blunt, but she really isn't all too familiar with magic that doesn't involve death. She can't be sure how to label anything.

[threshes]

Persephone's response is a long, low sort of laugh as she looks to the girl standing before her. After so long spent underground, she can see when a person has a bit o'the world of death on them. With Letha it shines, but she also knows that the girl ain't divine and it ain't the acrid heat of Hadestown that clings to her skin--it ain't the specters of the dead workers either. It's a different bit of death, but the decay of it ain't something that she'd mistake for anything else.

"'Gardening magic,'" the words are echoed back with a wicked sort of grin and coupled with a slow roll of the woman's shoulder. "Goddess of the Spring, guess you could call it the same sort of thing, sister." There's a little movement of her finger, conducting a bit of a symphony as that divine magic brushes against Letha's hair, forming a black rose stripped of it's thorns into the mess of dark there, anchoring itself with that deep green stem so that it wouldn't just fall out, but not so much that it would be difficult to remove when the time came. "'m Persephone." Her name is expected to be known, because other people had known it before, and certainly everyone back home had known it, even if they'd given her other ones.