PERSEPHONE

It didn’t take long for the presumed leader of the Ridge arrived. She turned her head at the sound of his approach, and let her dark eyes drink him in as he drew nearer. He was a dusty golden coloured thing, with sleek Spanish lines. He looked young still, but he seemed to carry himself with confidence.

Thankfully his greeting was pleasant enough – Persephone had yet to be attacked or chased off on sight by any of the other leaders, although she was always prepared in case that were to happen. She was intrigued by the foreign words that tumbled from his lips and tilted her head at the unfamiliar sound of them. She wondered at their origin, although she could take a guess at their meaning from context and tone.

b>“Greetings, Kasan,” she replied, offering a small smile and bob of her head. “I am Persephone, Queen of the Forest on Luthien.”

She paused a moment, shifting her weight.

“I hope you don’t mind my interruption. I like to keep an ear to the leaders of the other herds on these islands – it’s good to know your neighbours, after all. I met with one of the past leaders of the Ridge here in the past, although it has been some time now since he moved on, I believe. Have you been here long, Kasan?”

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