PERSEPHONE

It didn’t take long for someone to respond to her call, and Persephone was pleasantly surprised to see a white-splashed mare approaching her. It was always interesting to see a fellow female leader, and Persephone was hopeful this mare could possibly be as impressive a friend and ally as Mariael. She waited for the stranger to draw nearer, eyeing her carefully.

She looked a young thing, but she moved with confidence and her pleasant expression betrayed no obvious sense of anxiety or inexperience. Persephone bobbed her head in greeting and offered the stranger a small smile of her own.

This was not the Dunes, however, it turned out, and therefore Persephone could assume this was not the Valve that Evaline had told her about. A simple enough mistake to make for someone who had never visited Salem before, but Persephone was glad that she had not been met with aggression for wandering into the wrong territory.

“There’s no need to call me madam,” she replied. “I’m not quite that old.”

She flashed a small grin, hoping the woman was not averse to a little joke, before returning to her more serious demeanour as she turned her mind to business.

“I was looking for the Dunes, but I suppose I started on the wrong side of the island. And that means you’re not Valve, right?” she asked, tilting her head a little. “Apologies for the intrusion. I am Persephone, Queen of the Forest, on Luthien.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh