Persephone laid there for the longest time, letting in deep breaths as the scents of wildflowers and sunkissed grasses wafted around her. It all felt so perfect. Peace from her dear mother. A calm, quiet place to collect her thoughts. Flowers surrounding her, growing taller and stronger being near her. Simple paradise.<br/><br/>Her naivety was likely to get the better of her, however, as the dark ruler of Hell stood nearby, just out of her line of sight. Perhaps if she saw him, she would have ran, or even got the attention of her mother or her nymphs. After all, her mother had quite the temper when someone messed with her daughter. So far, three suitors had asked for her hand, and all were turned down by, you guessed it, Demeter. She would never let her daughter be wed. A true shame, really.<br/><br/>Letting out a contented sigh, she rolled onto her side, gazing lazily at some of the flowers that had bloomed in her presence. Her powers grew day by day, and she often showed her mother what beautiful things she created, so she began to pluck a few. Being a goddess of fertility and harvest, the flowers near instantly grew back. She inhaled, smiling softly at her little creations, not feeling the icy cold presence ever nearing her.