1206 words - 5 pages As Ceres, the goddess of agriculture, got ready to leave, her daughter came running up and tugged on her mother's silky dress with her tiny hands. As Ceres turned around a strong wind came and blew her glistening, blonde locks away from her face, flowing in the breeze. She looked down to see her daughter in a flowy blue sundress. She smiled down to her daughter. “What’s wrong my little angel?” Proserpina looked up into her mother’s eyes, "Mommy