PERSEPHONE

Persephone noted the stranger’s apprehensive reaction, her taught expression and the way she backed away from her approach. It was understandable, and seemed to confirm her suspicion that she was not here voluntarily. She didn’t press the distance between them, and tried to keep her own body language amicable.

Cullen. The name did not surprise her, of course. The amount of trouble he seemed to be wreaking on the islands lately was worrying, however. She gave a small shake of her head, trying to clear her mind. For now, she could not focus on that, but instead she could give this poor mare her attention.

“Persephone,” she replied simply, prompted by Macabre’s nervous eyes to cast her own gaze around momentarily. If he was expecting a new prize, she doubted Cullen would have wandered too far from the Lagoon.

“I suppose you could call me another of Cullen’s prizes,” she continued. “Or at least I was, I’m just about to go free. It is a pleasure to meet one of the ladies of the Peak, although I wish it were under better circumstances. It worries me that Cullen’s tyranny has reached even your mountain. Do you know much about him?”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh