proserpina makes her way back into the teekon wilds — not that she's entirely sure that she's entered the wilds but she suspects as much. the curve of the rising sun, painting the emerald grasses in soft gold as if touched by midas himself is a breath taking view, even as the further she goes, the more the grasses receed to a flatlane of dirt and rocks.
her purpose is set and she moves with the unbridled grace of a woman reborn.
like the flowing grace of a daughter of ceres.
there is a soft pang of regret, thinking of her mother and father and how she turned her back on both cultures.
but her new culture, the valors it was her's now.
a small lift of her chin is given, a sniff of the air: the sweet scent of dew covered grasses lingering before she continues on.
her purpose is set and she moves with the unbridled grace of a woman reborn.
like the flowing grace of a daughter of ceres.
there is a soft pang of regret, thinking of her mother and father and how she turned her back on both cultures.
but her new culture, the valors it was her's now.
a small lift of her chin is given, a sniff of the air: the sweet scent of dew covered grasses lingering before she continues on.
mistaking proserpina for praimfaya is both welcomed and encouraged!
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my mother told me - by Proserpina - August 09, 2022, 07:57 AM
RE: my mother told me - by Neon - August 15, 2022, 12:43 PM