Late February, early spring. The daffodils have pierced through the cold ground and are just beginning to open their buds when Laura is found dead.
It is the leanest time of year, the last gap between last harvest and the first fruits and grains. Every animal is hungry, more aggressive, seeking to feed themselves and their young. Something is starving to death, something is eating something else, when Laura is found dead.
The snow is gone, thus the rivers are up. What was logged or burned is more likely to slide away under the combined saturation of meltwater and rain. Some slope of the land is slipping towards disaster when Laura is found dead.
Spring is a time of renewal, youth, beginnings. It is a time when everyone hopes for these things. When everyone can pretend they get a fresh start. The flowers will bloom, beautiful, the leaves will bud, beautiful, the birds will sing, beautiful. Someone is admiring the landscape when Laura is found dead.
Does Persephone emerge from the underworld, each spring? Or does she die down there, alone and cold, and another maiden takes up her mantle this year? Every girl is still in danger when Laura is found dead.
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