“Water every plant.
Plant every seed.
Talk to a tree.
Thank the earth today.”

Angelite

Soft as Angelite; 25+

EST. 90s

Was previously Cali

“Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt. This lust is a burden that we both share. . .

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer. . Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt”

“I've no enemies.

The only opposition I did have?

Well. . .

Would anyone care for some mint tea?”

-customers bring me different flavors of Italian sodas throughout the day.

It's silly, but sometimes appreciation matters more than monetary gain."

Patting his leather gloved hand, the grower felt warm in herself to know that her work was appreciated by all walks of life.

"Ummmm, well..."

Looking to the sun that fully grew over the horizon, Kora had to think for a moment. And then, it hit her.

"Ah! I know.
If you ever find yourself down this road in the future, I usually like a white hot chocolate and a croissant, nothing fancy.

In the summer, returning -

“Absolutely not.”

And with all of her bravery, the woman took the bikers hand and placed the tiny wreath inside of it.

"It was a small thing I made just by happenstance, and I make them occasionally, but I would prefer you to have this.

Besides, it means you'll be a returning customer!"

"Uh-huh!

Pine bark, evergreen needles, cranberries; all from my own backyard. And if you wanted to, you could hang it from the headlight of your bike."

Kora was all smiles; maybe she should make smaller ones for rearview mirrors and the like. They were less work than the major ones

"You like it?"

-the winter season.

And no, this won't cost you anything."

With the small wreath in her palm, she graciously offered with a beaming, closed lip smile.

- here. She was fiddling with it prior.

Murmurs, grunts, groans and faint faux curses, the summery red head found her conquest!

"AH HA!'

A hand shot up to show the miniature of the item in question.

"Here we are..."

She started as she returned to the biker in all smiles.

"A faint touch of-

“A wreath?!”

Looking over his bike, Kora soon begzn to tap at her own lip with a wandering idea.
And then, like a sunflower popping open for the first time, she sprung to an idea.

The fair botanist shuffled over to the fruit stand, and through a box under the wooden shelf, she knew it had to be-

Cali.

Persephone through the seasons

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

-

His statement about pomegranates made her nose slightly wrinkles up with unease.

"Pomegranates are a complex fruit, as you can see from why I failed at growing them."

"Not exactly.
I have poinsettia starts for those who have a somewhat useful hand at growing. But uh...."

Hazel green eyes looked at the back of his bike and the already small space.

"I don't think you'll be taking anything like that with you today, sir. Maybe another day or when you have a car."-

𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴.

-it was all she could do to keep her spirits up about everything else in her garden.

"Sometimes, nature doesn't always agree."

"What do I grow?"

That's when she turned sheepish upon handling over the fruits of her mother's labor. Kora kept her eyes to the road of passing cars.

"I grow flowers. Grouds. Apples. I've tried growing pomegranates but have failed at every attempt to where I just gave up."

A laugh of defeat but-

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴.

𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴.

It took her a moment, but soon, the grower began to sniff above the fruit as she weighed out the aroma to get a mental taste.

"These!"

Kora said ecstatically as he offered the bunch in her right hand to the man.

"I do hope you don't plan on eating an entire bushel right here."

She jests.