Who: Adonis and Myrrha Where: Abandoned clearing, Central Park When: Saturday afternoon Warnings: Heartbreaking happiness.
It was still chilly but Adonis dressed in his summer gardening clothes anyway; frayed jeans, sneakers and a white tank top that still smelled like summer dirt. Favourite gardening tools all packed up, he held the shovel in one hand and cradled the tree to his chest with the other, hailing down a cab with the shovel and being let out at Central Park.
Quickly finding an abandoned clearing with enough sunlight, Adonis set to work. Digging rapidly, the hole was deep enough within minutes and with gentle reverence, Adonis transplanted the myrrh tree carefully. Filling in the dirt around it, he took a bottle of spring water from his backpack and watered the dirt around the trunk, wanting the roots to take hold easily.
He knelt, closing his eyes and reaching out for that familial connection he felt with this particular species of tree. There was... something hidden within the depths. Something... not tree-ish and he quickly formed a link between himself and whatever it was, for it would help in the transfer of power.
Reciting dedications and prayers in ancient Greek for his long-dead mother, he poured every drop of power he could spare into the lifeforce of the tree. He was Spring and the season was blooming and he had considerable power to give it a proper chance at thriving in such a cold atmosphere. It was almost as if the tree was pulling at the power, lapping it up eagerly and Adonis gave much more than he should before he cut off the connection and slumped down into the dirt, curling his fingers around the trunk. "I love you, Mother. I hope you would love me too, even though we will never meet." As he spoke in ancient Greek, Adonis felt tears forming in his eyes and let them fall to mix with the dirt at the base of the tree.