A myriad of horses ran past her and swept around her; dappled grays, white mares, black stallions. Then they were gone. A field of grapes left in their wake with a row through which each had run.
Demeter took a handful of grapes and tested them, its juice glistened on her lips. She was pleased. She turned around and saw Persephone laugh. Demeter smiled and walked towards Persephone. She was wading her feet around in a pool of water, letting the cold sensations of its cool liquid play upon her ankles. "You too will learn how to create as I just did by using the land and natural elements that already exist," Demeter told her.
Persephone already knew this, for her mother had often said so over the course of her seven years. Persephone was no longer excited about the prospect of how she was to learn, she was now more curious as to when she was going to learn; the young only have so much patience after all. But her mother's abilities never ceased to fascinate her, they often l