To the divine, mischievous spark in you
"Sure," Persephone agrees, settling fully onto the blanket. As the river of Alys' reading flows around them Poppy is patient as a stone, letting each word run and dance across her and feeling for its indelible marks. Past, present, and future; each touches gently as the caress of a lover, lingering only moments before they're washed away. She has never been one to look to the future, to plan for permanency or look to the unknown. But with her cousin's magic a song of promise, well...
A thoughtful hum creeps through her lips. "It would be nice to have a garden," Persephone speculates meditatively, scooting her hands back far enough to delve into the grass. "And the earth here is fertile, and clean. Roots could grow deep, but..." She trails off, falling into rumination as the options weigh within her mind.
Ah, but Alys. Honeyed eyes flit back to the present, Poppy smiling as they alight back onto the Seer's face. "Thank you, Cousin. You've given a lot to think about." Her head tilts, allowing her curtain of auburn hair to fall across her back. "What do you think about King's End, as a place to live?"
A thoughtful hum creeps through her lips. "It would be nice to have a garden," Persephone speculates meditatively, scooting her hands back far enough to delve into the grass. "And the earth here is fertile, and clean. Roots could grow deep, but..." She trails off, falling into rumination as the options weigh within her mind.
Ah, but Alys. Honeyed eyes flit back to the present, Poppy smiling as they alight back onto the Seer's face. "Thank you, Cousin. You've given a lot to think about." Her head tilts, allowing her curtain of auburn hair to fall across her back. "What do you think about King's End, as a place to live?"
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