Nestled comfortably in the wild grass, against the rich earth, Persephone smiled and raised a hand, though she didn't open her eyes. A tiny tingle as little feet landed on her outstretched finger, walking up her hand towards the flowers growing about her wrist and arm, fuzzy body tickling her skin.

The buzz of happy bees filled the spring meadow, blending peacefully with the joyous voices of her anthosai, raised in welcome.