umber eyes ❦ copper hair ❦ riotous freckles

Slender yet strong, fiery yet fluid, Persephone is a mess of motion and the stillness of stone. There is dirt beneath her fingernails and bark in her eyes, grace and intention in the movement of a body that never seems to still. Her voice is low as a setting sun, her skin as fair as the dawn - except for the freckles that cluster upon her, sparing nary an inch of creamy flesh. All earth tones and energy, that is Poppy: an elemental caught in human guise, comfortable and confident in her cage of bone.

wild ❦ willful ❦ wonderous

To call her complicated is to oversimplify things. Like a field of flowers Poppy contains many faces and moods: some bright, some spiked, all a little wild. Believing strongly in the cyclical transience of things, Persephone rarely grows attached to any particular person or place. Instead she chooses to live for each moment, embracing the inevitability of change and delighting in the disorder of the natural world.

we are born ❦ we live ❦ we die

Ask about her history and you may a dozen different tales. What does it matter which is true? The Persephone who lived in each of them is different from the one of now, and she in turn is not the one you'll cross paths with tomorrow.